In the wake of every disaster, people search for the moment it all went wrong. As our fiercest rivals celebrated another derby win last Sunday, the Tottenham fanbase was left scouring the wreckage.
To outsiders, the scene looks surreal. They might blame a referee, a diving centre-back, or simply conclude that Arsenal are the better team. But we know the truth: the issues that got us here run much deeper than a 90-minute failure.
For a half-decade, this club has ignored the fissures splintering across the hull of the "Good Ship Tottenham". We aimed high without ever performing the maintenance necessary for the voyage.
Last year, the warning lights flashed but because we triumphed in Bilbao, the board dismissed it as a faulty sensor - arrogantly ploughing on into the storm.
Now, with the "plughole" of the Championship looming, we have moved past worry into existential dread.
The cliche that Spurs are "too good to go down" has been exposed as a myth. The reality is simpler: Spurs aren't very good.
Our club has been driven to the brink by corporate suits incapable of grasping the gravity of their responsibility. Tottenham is an institution - one of the Premier League's "Founding Five" - but institutions crumble when they aren't cared for.
This negligence isn't new. It precedes the dismal appointment of Thomas Frank and the failure to support Ange Postecoglou. It goes back to the decision to sell Harry Kane without a plan, and even further to 2018, when the club decided building a stadium was more important than building a team.
Our squad is now built in the board's image: fragile, incomplete and out of touch with reality.
While West Ham, Leeds and Nottingham Forest look built for the relegation grind, we are left hoping they simply "double-fault" to let us off the hook.
I am frightened. Relegation will haunt us for a generation.
The people that led us here won't go hungry, though - even as they drag this iconic institution to Loftus Road on a Tuesday night.