We're better than this, aren't we? Okay, we're not. So if we are who we are, who are we? The sterility, that's what gets me, I guess. Days and nights thinking about insurance policies. How did that happen? Most of the books I read and shows I watch feature violence. I don't play video games so at least I'm not the one blowing the scum away. Where was I? Thinking about who we will be when we're not us anymore. Does anyone really want to be who they were? I didn't think so. We can extract nuggets to comfort and buoy us. No harm in that. But seeing like we're seeing now seems so much better than the stained blur of the past. Are we there yet? No, we'll get there when we get there. Now be quiet.