Finding things out

For the last two weeks I've been searching in vain for my ipod.  I looked in all my many bags, under all the rubbish on my desk at work, under every pile of post and books and DVDs on the table in my flat.  No luck.  I've been troubled by this loss, deprived of my best means of ignoring the world while on public transport.  Luckily nobody has tried to talk to me in the last two weeks, but without the sonic screen of NWA on constant repeat, it was only a matter of time before I'd have to interact with something other than myself.