Dear Aziz

Dear Aziz,

We watched your new Netflix special. It sounds like you're having a great time in London! We hear it's beautiful this time of year.

Allow us to cut right to the chase: We want you to become a Myrrhman. You don't know exactly what that means, yet. Hell, we don't even really know what it means. But we can try to explain.

In your special you accurately point out that the internet, social media, and cell phones have made people too predictable. We are the algorithm now. "We got got". The cyborg invasion is already well underway and it's infantry is alarmingly fleshy. It's a sad state of affairs. It does feel good to recognize this reality, but what are we supposed to do about it? The flip phone is a nice solution to regain your focus and attention. You have completely cut off the push notifications and removed the constant temptation to surrender your mental autonomy for a few milligrams of sweet, sweet dopamine. It's smart! We're glad you are starting to "see through the fog", as you put it.

But what do you see as the fog clears? Is it a campground in some pristine natural environment? Is it your family and friends gathered together over a delicious meal? Is it a dusty, well-worn novel and a warm blanket beside a fire? If so, we are very happy for you. But perhaps there is another vision that starts to take form. A shadowy band of misfits who have long ago abandoned the Zeitgest in favor of something a little less predictable. A group of offbeat rebels that dares to ask "Journey or Foreigner?" and then expects you to listen to 10 hours of music before making your decision. An elite squadron of mercenaries that will always make it their top priority to revive you when you're down and buy you back if they can't quite make it in time. This is the Myrrhmen.

We don't offer any riches or fame. We aren't capable of solving the world's problems and we do our best to make farting noises with our mouths if anyone starts getting any big ideas. In fact, the only guarantees we can make are anonymity and the pursuit of the unexpected.

Should you have any interest in exploring our offer, send a flare at the brightest star on your Westward horizon at midnight. Any day will do. We'll be looking to the East.

With love and great respect,

The Myrrhmen