It’s a cold Sunday in Pittsburgh. Things are quiet. Yuxi hasn’t moved in hours. Zhengyi is tapping what I think might be morse code out from his inky art abyss, and albert is lost to the will-o-wisps.

I’ve brought caffeine and snacks. A veritable cart-load.

We all have assignments due outside of the project. A few of us are working on remaking hop-scotch. It will be miracle if the team requires no crutches by the end of the night.

Wish us luck.