It's a dire search, for the new physics, the metamodern art, a literature for today and forever, a work for all, none, never, to re-define re-definitions, re-making the world in both its own image and the picture of the colors you haven't seen yet; all this you'll find in what's to come make ready and haste and always do hum to the tune of that music you thought you wouldn't hear on a day not so far but tell me, what year? what fate will we spar?