This stuff? Oh, ok. I see, you think this has nothing to do with you. You go to your Facebook feed and you post, oh I don’t know, that tired old dog meme, for instance, because you’re trying to tell the world that you have a quirky sense of humor sometimes. But what you don’t know is that that meme is not just a dog, it’s not a loldog, it’s not just a cute shiba inu, it’s actually doge. You’re also blindly unaware of the fact that in 2010, a Reddit user posted a picture of that dog which received hundreds of up votes. And then I think it was Tumblr, wasn’t it, who added the rainbow text? And then doge quickly showed up in posts on eight different Alexa top 100 websites. Then it filtered down through the lesser blogs and then trickled on down into some tragic grandma Facebook feed where you, no doubt, clicked save while trying to do anything but e-stalk your ex-boyfriend. However, that dog represents millions of wasted hours and countless lost jobs and so it’s sort of comical how you think that you’ve made a choice that exempts you from the meme industry when, in fact, you’re posting the meme that was selected for you by the people in this chatroom. From a folder of “stuff.
We weren’t there when it happened.
We were on our way to another city,
Read the full poem: http://www.triquarterly.org/poetry/incident-suceso
Raymond Chandler maybe invented Google while trying to troll science fiction?
The truest thing ever said about writers.
I mean, do you even lift?
To regain time is to tell a story about its passing.