What is really going on and how do we even know that when we figure it all out we’ll have it all figured out? Ghosts of the past are with us, but they are so young, they do not engender any ulterior suspicions. Still, the stillness of their eyes could betray allegiance to a darker cause. The whims of a technological megacorporation? A puppeteering zookeeper pulling gorilla-strings? I’m not at liberty to know. Even writing this could put me in danger, if I’m even writing it?