"I'm innocent! They framed me!... on the wall"

"There must be something"
They always say something like that, while carefully analyzing the floor under the sofa next to the dead body.
Every fucking time I watch TV, I have to believe that all these upgraded Sherlocks looking for evidences are the shit. Trust me, I hate all this criminal fiction.
Then the lab geeks increase the number of pixels of a video (i.e. they zoom a digital image), match DNA samples, reconstruct trajectories of bullets and so on.
In the end the hero must chase the criminal, better if jumping from roof to roof shooting in the middle of a crowd while yelling orders to the station where, in the meantime, some sort of terrible event has happened that can destroy humanity as we know it.
Well, it escalates quickly.

I don't know what kind of audience is supposed to be appealed by these stereotypical investigations, not me for sure.

Unfortunately I find myself thinking everyday: "there must be something". No camera is pointing at me and I don't need to crawl the living room in search of evidences. No. I only know there is SOMETHING and I know I CAN'T prove it.
There are no traces, there are no fingerprints, there is no record of anything.

They told me that some oldie of the past used to say that this SOMETHING I know exists is "noumenal". I kant believe some Dumb-ledore of the past could have foreseen this futile quest of mine. That's pure bullshit.

Still... "there must be something". It really doesn't sound possible that all this turmoil, this raging storm of Homeric proportions, this Godzilla studies Nuclear Physics and Retribution Time is here Woe to you, Humans!, this whatever inside of me can be only "noumenal".
"I know there is something", but careful my friends: it's not a god or some kind of fate. "There must be something" and it is flesh and blood, it is real like the violence, like the plague, like the discounts on everyday products, like the pain inflicted onto others by the use of a single world. Or a single silence.

If my life were Season 3 Episode 7, no subtitles, HD special effects, with the epic long-awaited resolution of a huge cliffhanger, well... fuck off. I'd better read the spoiler-full "plot" section on Wikipedia.
"There must be some..."  ...one.

Let's get back searching for clues under the sofa. This skull is a hell of a crime scene.