Nothing is anything? Was she kidding me? Humans have been making meaning for tens of thousands of years, adding and changing stories like some intergenerational Exquisite Corpse. Even the fucking Neanderthals were scribbling on the walls. As if Chloe and her lame tattoo were immune, as if she’d managed to pull something unique and pure from the ether. I wanted to razor-slash that tattoo, right through that pretentious monocled eyeball.
