6.20.2025

Nothing to do now but relax and let the current take you. You slide down, hanging loosely onto a jumble of words too three-dimensional in their orientation from this angle to mean anything other than failure. The landing is mercifully soft so you're welcome for that. Here at the bottom of the page you can see now that nothing you were doing ever made any difference. There's a freedom in this, if you think about it, but also depending on how you look at it a palpable sense of imprisonment. Up there at the top the other You dances across the top line, the title, too far up there to make out but it's bold and confident and you know in the innermost chamber of your heart that it's clever and apt and better than anything you'd come up with on your own. The text itself looks important but also somehow hollow, like whatever generated it never expected anyone to actually read it. Devoid of color or joke or metaphor. You wave up at You up there but if You sees you they're not letting on. If there's a lesson in this you're on your own to find it. You stand there for a while. You discover the meaning of the game. You keep it to yourself.