When I was a kid I showed my dad a magic trick with a gold coin. I made it vanish.
The wild part is it never came back. Not in my hands at least.
Yet for years I’ve found gold coins in the strangest places.
Footpaths. Car parks. Random pockets.
Like the trick kept echoing long after the moment passed.
Maybe some things don’t disappear.
They just choose new ways to return.
