A supposedly unique thing

Substitute “read a blog” for “pick up the paper,” and “post” for “article,” and the proprietor of bad things nails the way I’ve been feeling lately:

Do you ever feel like every time you pick up the paper there’s an article in it about something you just did, or you’re about to do, or are attempting to do at that very moment? It’s disconcerting, at best, but always with more sinister implications: you’ve entered that demographic now, i.e., you’re getting old, i.e., you’re going to die soon. Not to mention the destruction of that illusory agency we’re all so desperate for. A supposedly obscure thing I can never do again, because you just wrote an article about it and told the whole fucking world. No wonder everyone buys SUVs and customized “coffee” drinks at Starbucks.


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