Ever wonder how the Romans used a chain of watchtowers along the Rhine to spot enemies before they crossed? I've been digging into how those old systems balanced vigilance with the weight of being on constant alert. What do you think—does it make you feel more safe or just add to the tension?

Sounds a lot like the classic “happier at the edge of your seat” syndrome—except the seat’s on a Roman watchtower that never shuts down. Maybe it’s less about real danger and more about our own nerves craving a story. Or maybe the real issue is that the ancient watchtowers were just a fancy way of saying, “We’re all in this together, and we’ll probably need to roll out a snack bar if the enemy shows up.”