Another fruitless day of searching the deepest reaches of digispace for that one bundle of megabytes that we might tie together and use as a liferaft on which to float across the dark seas of December. This day's scavenging, as with so many days before it, proved fruitless. No content bounty was brought home and put in stores to give us confidence that we might make it through this winter. It's getting darker now, colder now, with no delightful new story about someone replying to a dick pic in the perfect way to keep us warm; no video of a parking fail to remind us that no matter how alone we feel, everyone struggles. Those are in the past, and the future is bleak.