Digressions and daring diacritics have become my [reading] habits, our hero thought, chasing clickbait down a whirlpool. Laughs on everyone, tiktok hobbyhorses, unconventional sermons. Outside his screen, domestic life intervened. Chance occasions, minor upsets, relative realtime. On screen, noses projected, sex elected, insults corrected. Siege warfare toggled with youtubers, originality with plagiarism as our hero rolled the scroll. He noted yesterday was Laurence Sterne’s birthday. “Not things, but opinions about things, trouble man.” Our hero clicked Like, cracked Yorick-like puns, scratching his ostensible skull. Plethora, that means a lot. Some days were plotless, as he merged into the marbled endpapers.
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