In 2018 Bieber retires from the stage. He unexpextedly abandons the tour. He abandons the managers. He leaves behind the sponsors. He leaves his gold watch. He removes the diamond studs & leaves them behind. He doesn’t pair the studs together; he takes them out & casts them away, fuck where they fall it is heard that he says. He doesn’t say goodbye. He doesn’t reveal his plan. He just leaves. he walks away. “Not that I walk away for good. I am not in exhile. I will return when I want,” and in this sense Bieber frees himself from the simultaneous shared time of uber fame & fortune paired tightly with the concrete of dependents, co dependents, corporations, audiences, & retinas magnetized for a fall or a rise or a fall. “And if I choose to pursue table tennis, or mixed martial arts, or visual art, I will go into the practice fluid, & with the knowledge of this: in order to be taken seriously I must and will practice and achieve until the irrefutable occurs. Just like I’ve done before, perhaps I might do it again, without extras.” And it was all very simple. In 2018 he left the stage. He now with a debit card of unlimited funds, and a license, insurance card, wrapped together in leather sheaves inside a leather wallet, justin walked away from the stage in pursuit of another. God bless your fortune anything is possible.