EXCERPT The two of us rode cute/acc together. Or it rode us. Virtually at first, then actually. Cute teaches you what it means to traverse and be traversed.2 We surrendered. We softened. We became rubberised and plushy, springloaded and squishable. Cute made us pliable with the promise of unknown pleasures, lured us with glimpses of a different meltdown in which, instead of portentous historical singularity and apocalypse, soft thresholds are continually dissolved by currents of joyful abandon.…