Why did we show up here in the first place?

It must have been some misplaced sense of duty. Or glory, or challenge or something.

It’s difficult to remember now.

The longer it takes the more it feels like the length is the point. Not so much that the end justifies the means, rather that the end IS the means. Or the means is the end?

We used to be convinced that there would be some satisfying conclusion to all of this, we’re not so sure now.

Does it matter though? Whether or not it all leads to something the choice remains the same: stop here or carry on. That’s always been the case, that hasn’t changed. There’s some comfort in that simplicity.

Case in point:

Up Down Left Right

You already have what we can offer as far as advice.

Some of it we’ve forgotten at this point. We would have written it down if we’d known it would be this long. Maybe we did write it down and forgot that as well?