I grew up in the suburbs, a place of expanse and emptiness. Looking back at a life formed by the suburban landscape, I remember the misplaced and awkward interactions of modern living. Here in the sprawl of this sub-American life, I know many people who don’t know where they are going. Neither do I; together we wander between old hopes and young disappointments. I follow my fellow aimless friends into places strange and cold, not looking for miracles or dramatic vision, but rather waiting for quiet whispers of peace and understanding.