Something is holding her back. No matter how she digs, and scratches, and claws, she can’t reach what she needs. Would that it were only a matter of depth. If digging alone could get her there things would be so much easier. But digging doesn’t help. She digs in vain. Digs to dig. She digs like one digs through a bag but doesn’t know what one is looking for. She doesn’t know what it looks like or what she is trying to find. She could be looking right at it but she would never know. She could have touched it a thousand times. Still, she searches. Rifles around. Looking for it. The reason she can’t budge from where she is at.