/lit/ - Literature

Funny thing living in this city. When you first experience it, it feels vast, infinite, inexhaustible. Having lived here, or rather been sucked into here for years, now it feels microscopic. Everyone and everything is just right down the street. That person you had an awkward and regrettable hookup with and whose existence you'd both like to forget will show up randomly at a party a year later. The social media spider web captures all gossips, weaves a gossamer cage of hearsay and rumor from which there is no escape and from which no action goes unnoticed. I used to go out but now I have become a recluse. There is no corner without eyes, no room without ears. It is nothing but transience incarnate, crowds of people coming from nowhere and going nowhere.