No monkey has scrolled. No monkey has seen a slightly handsomer monkey on a slightly higher branch and felt his own branch shrink.
The capuchin grooms the capuchin next to him. He notices that the other capuchin is also a capuchin. This is the end of the analysis.
We taught ourselves that other people's lives were a ranked list. We even invited the list onto our phones, where it lives now, beneath our pillows, narrating us to ourselves.
The capuchin sleeps next to his friend. He is not winning. He is not losing. He is in the tree.