The Realm of the Ball

What exactly is the realm of the ball?

"No one really knows," Ana said. "She stole my purse...and now she's stealing my life..."

Lost amidst plastic toy planes, empty shoe boxes, orange monkeys, and tarantulas -like fragments from a dream, jumbled together in a way that starts to tell a story, but falls woefully short. Like a crazed madman, driving his car through a crowded marketplace. 11 dead, 36 injured.

It doesn't make any sense. Or maybe it's not supposed to...

Rewind twenty years to a cramped cabin in a small vessel floating down the Rhine River. Two boys passing time with a small rubber ball. Back and forth. Back and forth.

And then it's gone.

To that sliver of time and space, that enoz between snorkelfork and forkelsnork where mismatched socks are banished for eternity.

Lost forever.

In the realm of the ball...