Predicament

How readily our thoughts swarm upon a new object, lifting it a little way, as ants carry a blade of straw so feverishly, and then leave it...

- From The Mark on the Wall by Virginia Woolf

I can think about filling the spaces in between. Crossing the t's and dotting the i's.
But it's getting increasingly difficult to define that point of origin. To make a start and find a beginning. To just make plain and simple sense.