Who will remember him? Only those who coined and climbed over the lot are morbidly reminisced. For naught but acquisition. Crabs in a never changing, cracked bucket, are they. Ever and always. Only the host escapes monotony with its light and shadow providing nuance and difference while they adhere to tribalism and acquiescence. The bane, monochrome machine edges forward on a road of existential denial, deceiving itself into perceived individualism, cloaked in indifference. Who will remember them?