I swear, we still exist. We are tirelessly combing through garbage bags full of old receipts and napkins with funny ideas scribbled on them. There’s a wall-sized cork board that we sort them on. We work in 18 hour shifts, staring at the board, looking for patterns. I haven’t slept in two days. Christian hasn’t sat down in four. We work by candlelight, saving up for our big plans. I must admit, though, I sometimes forget what those are.  I must admit, too, that in the darkness there are times when I lose faith in our methods. When the sunlight creeps in, it revives me.  It’s autumn, though, and the sun is rising later and later.