Whatever you’re doing, just stop. Not because you’re doing it wrong, but because none of it matters for the next few moments. Whether you’re knitting, doomscrolling, arguing with a stranger on Reddit about Blade Runner 2049, or, I don’t know, curing cancer, none of it is relevant. Why? Because there’s a faint, creeping itch at the back of your eye. And it’s about to derail your entire existence.