There is a girl. A woman, really. She is afraid to move. It’s easier to lay down and just be. But she knows that to live, she must move forward somehow. So this girl is going to consume. And consume. Until she is ready to live and face the world again. First, she took 140 tiny steps. They were cold and icy, and had a tangy quality. Next, she will take several hundred more itty bitty steps. Soon she will have walked thousands of miles, and she will learn how to be full.