Imagine you’re out on the ocean at the helm of a sail boat.
It’s dark, late at night, and the stars are hidden by the clouds. In the precious light you have, you glance down at a damp map…only to find it has changed. Look up, and somehow the stars seem different too, as if they’ve moved. The rules have changed just as you were figuring them out.
You grip the wheel again, but who is manning the sails? Who is bailing out the water? Can you count on them?