"Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I dont believe you.
You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit."
Hide and Seek, Imogen Heap
I remember hiding as a child, waiting for someone to come find me. The more difficult I made myself to find, the more I wanted to be found. Peeping, out to see if anyone would come, it was always not a big victory to come out of hiding, and realise your playmates just never had a clue how to find you.