Please allow us to breathe in this moment in time—the revelation, the recall, and the requiem—forging from ashes something to take home with us, something that makes the stars align…but what if they don’t? What if nothing does? Could it be that we are all on earth to do nothing but eat ourselves from the inside out?

Please allow us a moment more to compose ourselves. Deep breaths. No scrolling. Seeing now before us all a structure, an idea taking shape—there could be something here—but it’s been done before. The algorithm now shows it to us. Tomorrow, it will show us hundreds. 

With no spare moments left, we must gather what’s left of the ones we’ve used, simmer and reduce them. They will become a thick and airless syrup, fortified with unanswered questions and pipe dreams. Perhaps swallowing it is the antidote to this restless cycle. We invite you to find out for yourself.”