Info-tainments advance by themselves, lovely distractions, shooting the steepest mountains w/ slime, segued to recalling breathless riveting motions in our self interrogation — commuting to work where we share high fives &, speaking broadly, broker a plan!

The cross-hatching allowing ancestors to exchange a few traits for others, has just about run out of steam. We’re left wondering, once more what there is about this plush solitude that makes us think we will ever get out, or even want to.