Have you ever been in a reading mood in which you enjoyed the hard science of The Martian but you thought to yourself: this was too twee, wish everything had gone to hell instead. But also, it's hard to focus on a book because you started reading an article about literature online and it turned out to be AI slop and now you're fuming. Somehow, after going through fourteen other loosely related thoughts in the rant that was forming in your angered mind, you thought back on Confessions of an Economic Hit Man, remember that time? What a world we live in, how things can keep going downhill. Should you post about that on your feed? No. 'Shit,' you think, 'I really need to get offline. Touch some grass. Appreciate the beauty in the world.' Begrudgingly you drag yourself outside. Your body might feel like lead, but you made it anyway. You see some weeds growing through cracks in the pavement and you try to cheer yourself up: life always finds a way. Nevermind the guys on scooters racing in…
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