He sits for long on bed. He waits for the daily end. There's no resolution in sight, his computers aren't right, and passing the time is a fight. Phones are evil, replies are evil, most video comments don't make sense, but he can't make a new video upload of his own yet. Socializing is fraught. Going to sleep doesn't work. There is a lot to lose sleep over, and the morning forces him to wait a long time for more. And the days are so short. But time is so long. Technology wants to end you. The escape plan needs motivation that he doesn't have. An entire main nation is ripping itself apart starting from a parasite in the head outward. New Zealand is looking too similar. The way of authoritarians is becoming more widespread. Natural disasters are no longer safely within the range of natural. An entire coral reef tipping point has already been eulogized. Technology controllers care more about feeding their artificial data monsters and profit than they care about you. The whole everything is burning down and it feels like we can't stop it. Hope is hard to find. There's too much work for things to get back to safe haven days again. Us is the prince with a thousand enemies. Only one of us gets to be you. Connection is hard to find and the blame lies with people who made already widespread communication networks worse. It didn't have to be this way. More and more poison mixes with the water and rises to the surface. An entire year goes by and no stop occurs to the screaming. He just lies there on his bed, waiting. So much to do, so much to watch, but so unproductive and bored. It's just a tiresome stretch of white that goes on and on.