Rui Vale’s Post

Behold the meagre imagination embarrassment in a televisual style at the enigmatic borderlands, unto itself softly scrolling a listless series of observational prose flattened into a wet pulp. An F-pattern blurred together in whitespace reflects the dispassionate user reciprocity over its unique architecture, mimicking the continuity of a cinematic montage, capturing interconnectedness, a rehabilitating one, eroded with no beginning or end. Intermezzo confessionalism is a system of voluntary disclosure to digitize footnotes that turned out to be written by different authors.  It's not so much a genre as a situation that mimics the feedback loops of social media. A voyeuristic curiosity that so much automatically displaces the bi-directional in a parasitic arrangement of the object of literary critique into a strange sense that something was missing, as performance over production turns an illusory appearance of a narcissist root into a tangled repository of independent units. Internet's immersive quality helps discover intrusive tendency and narrative convenience to be true, reenacting the alphabetic process of the paradigmatic engine over the ambiguity and fragmentation of the world and history, in a therapizing style to be gripped with both hands or in the purlieu of a computer screen.

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