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Dear Board,

The enlightened satraps, chairman, grand master, your excellences, internet providers and masters
of protocol, guardians of justice and morals, commission of commissions, masters of ceremonies,
priestess of the flame, DJ’s, elders, seers, council of mothers, shareholder meeting, presidium,
one and ninety nine percent, members of the inner circle, advisor, consul, world managers,
admiral, marketing director, sales manager, public relations specialist, revolutionaries, oh go-go
dancer, anarchists and leftists. Welcome to the meeting!
To hell with data, falling prices and worsening statistics! There are times when I reflect too much
on things, over analyzing and overthinking them. But today I want to celebrate. Although
celebrating isn’t easy – you can’t grumble, hide or run away. I want to celebrate coincidences and
little choices. I have good news – we will get away with it.
There is the Lithuanian folk belief that animals in barns talk about the future on Christmas Eve,
but you mustn’t listen to them because if you do, you’ll be struck dead. I remember when I was a
child, we were celebrating in the village, and I snuck out of the house and walked around in the
squeaking snow – thinking I might hear something. That time I got away with it.
It’s uncomfortable to confess, perhaps unfashionable, and aren’t you ashamed for daring to
complain? I am privileged and blessed, but this get-together completes a difficult stage. This
summer, which I spent by the sea trying to chill out and stuff, nearly finished me off. Now I
realize I was listening to conversations and wanted answers that were not for me to know.
Scientists say there is a 99 percent probability that we are living in a simulation and as soon as we
turn our backs, a powerful universe computer stops rendering a reality that no one sees. Maybe
when no one’s looking, things start to dance and smooch, and when you turn back around, they
pretend everything’s normal. But where do our sock’s and key’s go?

Robertas Narkus