S = K log W

It’s going to be messier

More messier than it is now

I am going to be more random

You are going to be more chaotic

My hugs are going to be more erratic

They might happen any time

Or not at all

Your kisses are to be increasingly arbitrary

You might do it right now

Or I might have to wait many days

It’s not an opinion

It’s not my intuitive wits

It’s pure science, my love

This is what world is headed to
This is what they call entropy