At some indeterminate point in time, the floor and the ceiling switched. It was a switch that felt natural, so it didn't bother you at first; in fact, you might have liked it with this new perspective. The floor is too difficult to get back to now. There are too many people on the ceiling.

Some of us have been born on the ceiling and only know this existence. I can not help but see everything from up here, but now I wonder what life is like on the walls, not just on the ceiling and the floor.

There is a reflection that grows with every day. It is a mirroring between humans and technology akin to Frankenstein's Monster. We were lying dormant, and still, at most, we moved due to the bugs that inhabited our space. Then, a surge of energy exponentially grows within its body. Before we knew what was happening, we were being propelled and waking up into a wider world with an inexperienced viewpoint. It has created a Lynchian-edged hive-mind world, connecting boundless quantities of individuals. We see out these new eyes that are both hopeful

and brutal.