As he is finishing setting up his camp for the night, opening a fresh bag of chip, sparking a joint, and cracking a fresh beer, his mind wanders; wondering how this space became so dark and empty. The memes couldn't be that and. Maybe, they were to forced, and possible too good. Too much effort applied for just some shit. But, I didn't want to just make shit. I wanted to make great shit, funny shit, ironic shit, masterpiece shit.