Worshipful Company of Fletchers

Go, YouthI was in a dreamstate and this was causing a problem with the traffic. I felt lonely, like I'd missed the boat, or I'd found the boat and it was deserted. In the middle of the road a child's shoe glistened. I walked around it. It woke me up a little. The child had disappeared. Some mysteries are better left alone. Others are dreary, distasteful, and can disarrange a shadow into a thing of unspeakable beauty. Whose child is that?