Wherever there's enough of us to keep them alive. Waiting for their chance to occupy those of us whose consciousness lapses. There when we get lost in a thought. A daydream. A moment.
Through us, they experience the joys of the world in fleeting moments. By feeding on the scraps of attention we let wander, they live a little longer.
For most, those small glimpses of how we experience the world are all they get.
But some want more. They find another way.
They live among us. Within us. And in some cases, instead of us.
