The fermentation is spontaneous. The author offers a reading. The painter invites you to a gallery opening. You’re so there, no question. You devour and consume the works. But you leave the room without word. You click the “like” button and you’re on your way. They go home, build and compose and create more continuing the vapid cycle. Like playing tennis with nobody on the other side of the net. You hold your head up high. You saw this, you read that. This relationship is not symbiotic, but forming curds. Sadly, yogurt has far more culture than you.