What is a day, if not a set of window panes, with each pane looking out into a different reality, present, now; Our true task is not to blockade them all with a kind of social miracle, mirage, but to step into each as each opens up along a sequence, for a day is nothing if not a string of sequences, each interacting with all those panes to produce an editable frame cut from another time span, otherwise unavailable;

All the people are now simply googled up under some kind of socio-temporal head gear, which now creates a noise blocking up all possible 'outside' inputs for the so encased brain and then turn it into a one day loop, kind of a squirrel running around a rotating cage, at least thinking so, while slowly exhausting itself, starved out from any food called differenciating data;

As usual, cracks abound within this googleish pseudo anima, but they all are in a way invisible because of the scale; in other words, one opinion = one scale for all.