Act one was the introduction.
Act two was the part where boring shit happened.
Act three is the end, that was not announced.
Uneventful years accelerate to great velocities and
are documented by digital cameras with fast shutters
that somehow never fully capture the moment.
The images are encoded onto moving hard disks,
or unmoving solid flash storage.
They are not tangible like physical objects.
Over time, the awareness of their existence diminishes.
Like a drunken memory.
The ritual of fun forgotten.
