The internet is incomplete.

Despite its infinite coffers, we can’t find every answer using that tidy, rectangular search bar.

Some things just aren’t there.

They’re bound in books that have never been digitized. They’re captured in tightly wound VHS tapes. They’re in the garden or tucked in the corners of our memories.

They’re even yet to be discovered, let alone captured.

And that incompleteness is part of the reason we gather. Part of the reason we share stories. Part of the reason we walk, and ponder, and muse, and reminisce.

The internet contains worlds within worlds — but what matters most is often right in front of us … not through a search bar behind a screen.