Dear Designer, Non_Designer, Animal, Ghost, Instead of show real we want to Share Reel. Let us share with you the Collective Actions we have discovered in our all-encompassing Soft Logics. Hidden from the Consequences we find ourselves lucid, wide awake but sleeping, in our Tactile Dreams—always observed but never dared to be touched by The Tender Thief. We will encounter each other in Symbiotic Collaborations and multiply through a Hex Meditation. The Shared Techniques we excavated were riddled in Poetic Connotations but through our Beobachtungen we found the Matter of Printed Matter. By Denying the Objective Form we dared to Exhibit the Existing. But only the Topsy Turvy Structures could truly empathize with our thoughts On the Scaling of Dimensions. Bewegungsverhältnisse of typing hands, scrolling fingers and clicking rodents, can only be answered by the Polytype Display. But the Tacky Mysteries ask us to Find the Difference. The difference in what? Space only Laughs in Translation. The Font Explorer lingers in a cave, filled with their most treasured discoveries. When the last hyphen has seen the horizon they will bee freed by Grayscale Liberation. Struggling to to climb the deepest valley they will scream: Failure Set Me Free!