Here we go round the prickly pear

The time has come for The Best. The time has come for The Worst. Together your hosts purge the year 2016 from the collective consciousness in the ancient tradition, the unending tradition. One survives, the other is left to die in obscurity. So much has been forgotten already, and so much more waits to be lost. We’ve allowed this to happen by choosing to exist, we’ve accepted no argument, we’ve willed this to be. We thought the fish bowl would save us, but we were wrong. This is the way the year ends.