I Can’t Find Me delves inside the eyes of the world as they examine the writer. Each move and thought is observed and related back with a spectacular and delicate intimacy. Almost gone is the crudeness of youth as wisdom is chased through the pages, initially sought as a prized possession to be discovered before the realisation that it must be earned. The collection runs from the core to the ether in search of where Dominic Stevenson really resides.