You keep reciting... where is this going to lead?

In the non-situatedness of it all, you wonder about context and how it could ever have existed. After all, image creation had reached a point of staggered production, with choked pipelines abstracting, negating, and destroying the desirous image. One-to-one connections had been lost over time — immersion in conversation seemed like a basic human premise, but lost to you. Only the text remains situated now.