Dear Wigleaf,

Have you, like me, been worrying that you're nearly one with your computer lately? It's easy enough to believe when you're used to seeing you and everyone you know flattened on a screen so that we all look like we're imprisoned in the Phantom Zone.

But I recently learned that our computers are facing their own very relatable crisis. My work Slack was lit up with messages about a near-universal IT problem we were having. The answer we were given about its cause was more existential than it was technical: "The clock on your laptop is drifting from actual time, and it will get worse the longer you are out of the office."

It is discomfortingly comforting to know that my stolid comrade and I have each other as we float further away in time and space from our old lives.

01001100 01101111 01110110 01100101,
Chandra