Way down deep in the body (the world, the Eve, etc.) the infestation is being tracked. It’s beginning to get out of control. It’s been doing so for a very long time, maybe since the beginning.
Charlie (the tree, the disconnection, etc.) is trying to write a book. And also understand herself more, or maybe understand herself a little less so she isn’t stuck inside of her head all the time.
Liam (the star, the ego, etc.) is searching for the place he came from, or the place he belongs. Hopefully, she hasn’t changed too much since he’s been gone.
As the old is buried in preparation for the new, and the scabs from past wounds are eaten, nothing will ever be the same as it once was. Unless it was always like this, which honestly, I think might be true. Because even from the very beginning, I remember, there were ants in suburbia.