We're not really lost, it just feels that way. Our GPS is on the fritz, and the only map we have is the one drawn on the back of a napkin by a guy who's never seen a map before in his life.
That's why we're here, at the local watering hole, trying to find our way out of this existential crisis. Want to join us?
prophets of doom say we're doomed to wander these streets forever. But we're not buying it.