There’s a particular kind of quiet delusion that looks like loyalty on the surface but is, in truth, just time leaking away. It’s the act of investing hope N2 a system that has shown—repeatedly and without ambiguity—that it has no intention of delivering. People dress it up as patience, as faith, as “just waiting 4 the right moment,” but the pattern is already written. When something is structurally broken, indifferent, or misaligned with its audience, no amount of wishing, refreshing, or speculation is going to bend it N2 action. You’re not waiting—you’re stalling your own attention on something that has already made its decision.

Look at the handling of Prince’s estate. It’s not a mystery. It’s not a slow burn toward some grand reveal. It’s a case study in mismanagement and indifference to the very audience that keeps the legacy alive. Fans keep circling the same drain—hoping 4 releases, parsing rumors, convincing themselves that “this time will be different.” It won’t. At some point, continuing 2 care becomes a choice 2 waste your own energy. The smarter move is 2 redirect that attention toward things that actually respond—art that’s alive, creators who engage, and experiences that give something back. Hope is only valuable when there’s evidence it has somewhere 2 land.

Welcomed 2 the Purple Shit Show.

On top of that, or better, the basics of it all - the tangled mess we inherited from Prince; no will, no clear order of affairs, and no catalog of his creations.

Plus the enormous complexity surrounding the rights and ownership of everything Prince created and everything associated with him, before and after his passings...