Breathlessly drifting in an ever swelling stream of background noise. Isn‘t it exhausting trying to keep composure? This chapter aims at concentration. Focus. Controlled breathing. Readjust some senses needed for survival of the race. Don’t these heads look familiar? Is this you, auntie Karen? A few random blibs, almost imperceptibly, dig their way from the coal mines of Kentucky up to consciousness surface. For a Planck time or two. Siri, my lady, where is everybody?
