As I was attending to business in the men's room at work this morning, I spied a small beetle-like critter trundling across the floor. Sometimes he struck off diagonally across the little tile squares; sometimes he proceeded along a grout trough.
Where was he going? Why was he in the room at all?
"According to my people's tradition, there is a paradise on the far side of the Desert of Squares. The desert has no food, no water. Only the strongest among us can traverse this wasteland.
"I shall try. Perhaps I shall have a vision."
When last seen, the bug was heading Northeast.
12:22:23 PM 
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