Adrift in the nebluous blur that is the as-yet unknown transition from the first bit to the second, the intuition that something's just not there, not right: it's in those transitions that it all comes to life and, while the TBD doesn't have to be perfect – perfect doesn't exist – a glimmer of a scintilla of that life-giving thing would be grand and yes this scrap is part of my process of figuring it out...