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The page reduces the crossroads to an impossible place of search, then signs it with a rough, personal aftermark.

Its power comes from compression. The crossroads should be where paths meet and choices become visible, but here it is something that `could not be found,` which makes the handwritten attribution feel less like authorship than like someone claiming the failure directly.

An epigraph from J. B. attributed `by just about J. B.`, `I Was Looking At The Crossroads And I Knew It Could Not Be Found`.