Escape. None. There is no escape. Tidal forces of what’s to come. Tidal forces wash over all. Pervasive. Every nook and cranny, it will find. No hiding, none. It permeates all. Orbiting, wirelessly impregnating. Impregnating, the mind, the soul. Group think coursing the planet. Enters the eyes. Enters the ears. Roosts in the mind. Fermenting reality. Bending. Molding. Shaping. Shaping discourse. What’s real? What’s original? What’s planted? Puppet masters, controlling. Controlling all. Pushing the buttons. Pulling the strings. Tweaking free will! Nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide.