Through the cycling days you play your assigned role, insignificant in the scheme of things and with no space for improvisation, as the character you are you are played out, nothing up your sleeve, fully converged on what was set out before you started. As that one you have arrived. Only in certain moments set aside, this other one, diffident, detached, wondering how it could be that you find yourself in such a time and place, in any time and place, the sojourner, gently expectant.