"Everythig old is new again," - Peter Allen. Art in the 21st century, beset by postwar malaise, has reorganized itself into an accoustical archway through which its own echos are repeatedly funnelled, deconstructed, and repurposed into a soylent greenlike popular culture ration, scarfed down heartily by the proletariat who yearn for respite from the wearying grind of late stage capitalism. Now the Wordle Friends, too, have discovered the untapped power of reliving their own glory days; of retracing their own steps.
In which the Wordle Friends prove themselves to be just as good at dodging green letters as they are at dodging off-season pies.
The Wordle Friends are anxious to wrap it up, just like imprisoned activist Nelson Mandela did on that fateful night in the 1980s when...
As the last echoes of the slap heard 'round the world ring out, the Wordle Friends must wipe away their stunned grimaces and attempt...