Does it really matter who Jennifer Worrell is? Not really. Her bio is a fiction in itself: a way to woo her audience with clever little lies when she is merely a blip on the radar of the universe, hoping against hope that someone, somewhere, will connect with her black words on a cold, soulless screen. Where are we going as we spin through the silent frigidity of space? No one knows. What will you be when all your friends have left you? Alone. But you may as well have something to read as we wait for the inevitable.