With my last savings in my pockets I had set out to find solace in my old world. Alcohol, women, but not a lot of fantasy. And the ongoing, nagging feeling that I would never find my muse back again. Together with an old friend I dove back into this world of disorientation as we traveled from one city to the next. Whatever it was that I was looking for, it didn´t seem to want me to find it. Or did it?