Curate, connect, and discover
Frowns. That feel when you suspect you may have split someone new due to a shit ton of stress and other bullshit but it’s not been confirmed and if anything, whoever the hell has joined the party is actively choosing to remain hidden and anonymous making everything infinitesimally harder to identify. Only solid proof we have of mans’ existence is a random poem about being nothingness that no one else in the system can remember writing and that familiar feeling of emptiness we recognize from previous splits.