Blank wall of the week, to be climbed with the assistance of coffee and not much else. We gave up on the meritocracy a while ago and now we’re giving up on competence, too. The sky at present offers social distancing from sunshine. I’m at the nerve center of nothing. I’m nobody—who are you? To my left orchids bloom at an angle, pinkly oblivious. We envy the plants and animals as medieval Christians did, for not knowing sin. There’s an afterlife to look forward to, as ambiguous and ominous as the present. Buckle up, folks. Belly up to the bar.