And thus, the surrender to the bottomless void of the dark rectangle I see in folks’ hands and before their faces, captivating souls everywhere, always, is a dream come true for the small club of billionaires who've Enclosed the Commons of our collective imagination. And, they've even monetized it to gather up the Tuppence and Ha’ Crowns from our slackened pockets and purses.

Thanks for this analysis. I've finally gotten a start splitting and ricking up the two cords of oak and ash out back. Winter's here.

Tim Long, Just Up the Hill from Lock 15.