Somehow I forgot that we are living in Revelation one pixel at a time through what minute sliver of a tiny timeslice that our fancy little meat computer allows us to discern, fearing that this would all persist and hold together like a poorly craft-glued jenga tower that leans but never falls.

It's going to get so much worse.

Somehow I forgot that we are living in Revelation one pixel at a time through what minute sliver of a tiny timeslice that our fancy little meat computer allows us to generate, fearing that this would all persist and hold together like a poorly craft-glued jenga tower that leans but never falls.

It's going to get so much worse.

Somehow I forgot that we are living in Revelation one pixel at a time through what minute sliver of a tiny timeslice that our fancy little meat computer allows us to generate, fearing that this would all persist and hold together like a poorly craft-glued jenga tower that leans but never falls.

It's going to get worse.

Somehow I forgot that we are living in Revelation one pixel at a time through what minute sliver of a tiny timeslice that our fancy little meat computer allows us to generate, fearing that this would all persist and hold together like a craft-glued jenga tower that leans but never falls.

It's going to get worse.

Somehow I forgot that we are living in Revelation one pixel at a time through what minute sliver of a tiny timeslice that our fancy little meat computer allows us to generate, fearing that this would all hold together like a craft-glued jenga tower that leans but never falls.

It's going to get worse.

Somehow I forgot that we are living in Revelation one pixel at a time through what minute sliver of a tiny timeslice that our fancy little meat computer allows us to generate, fearing that this would hold together like a craft-glued jenga tower that leans but never falls.

It's going to get worse.

Somehow I forgot we are living in Revelation one pixel at a time through what minute sliver of a tiny timeslice that our fancy little meat computer allows us to generate, fearing that this would hold together like a craft-glued jenga tower that leans but never falls.

It's going to get worse.