In the reference section of the Library of Memes. An old tome almost calls to you. You pull it down, coughing in the cloud of dust it’s collected. Laying it on a table it opens to a weathered dog eared page almost as if the book’s spine knows. Between incomprehensible matrices of inside jokes long forgotten and dead hyperlinks to Rick Astley are two words that bring a sudden rush of clarity and understanding almost lost to ages. “Fuck Steve”