I can feel my ears extending, hind legs protruding, fluffy tail drooping down; I have an uncontrollable urge to gnaw with my front teeth and binky (excited jump). I've traversed so many rabbit holes I myself seem to be transforming into a bunny. Throughout the year, I've thought that maybe covering a certain amount of scenes and trends would unlock some secret key to the universe—a final solid bottom, a cultural bedrock. But every hole led to another hole, and I kept finding more hidden gates