Attic Chronicles 12/10/21… Hello my readers. Where was I? Oh, right. So I had been flying on the back of the 808 demigod that looked like Kenny Beats with my cat on my shoulder and I had realized that the gigantic, bejeweled piano beneath me was actually the instrument of God and that God was invisibly playing out the time and space of our reality. I had decided in a blind rage to release my grip and drop down thousands of feet to my own death so that I could land on one of the piano keys and alter the nature of existence for all of posterity. As I tumbled through the air I wondered if perhaps I had made the wrong decision. I thought to myself, I must actually look stupid as fuck falling through the sky right now. I have no parachute, I’m just going to immediately explode on impact. But maybe that’s worth it? Probably not. God’s plan was actually going just fine so far. My life was pretty good when I think about it. Why couldn’t I just enjoy it? It was God’s plan, after all, that led m