The perfect post, year 2018.

So, I didn't write jack shit.

And it took me a great deal of time to do it. About ten cigarettes at least, four or five cups of tea and almost as many pees. All this for a pile of nothing.

At first, I wanted to go for a tale. You know, one of those well-organized stories that you can split 'em into chapters. Then, I stare at the white block notes page for one hour, or maybe just a quarter. I mean, a lifetime.

Involution

We need to clear our head, let's go for Juve - Genoa highlights, one zero. With Douglas Costa scoring in the first quarter of an hour and a big question mark about what to do for the remaining three minutes of the video. Staring at me, just over there.

My gaze falls on related videos, a true deathtrap. Loads of temptations all in front of me, from post-match interviews to follow-ups...Omg, 'The Club', with Caressa, Bergomi, Ravanelli, Capello...Unmissable! (a Sky emission about soccer with well-prepared journalists and famous footballers)

It takes a while to realize I was engaged in a last month's episode: fast click, moving to another video, the loop begins, unstoppable as usual. The screwing vortex is gently taking me over, knows I can't resist. We spend about ten minutes together, two hours at most. Yes, two generous hours.

For pride sake

It's time to kick off, c'mon: think, think, think.

Just counting them, I mean the clicks on my keyboard, you'd say I've spent the entire night writing. And writing and writing.

Actually, I wrote a lot. But I also threw everything away. Almost everything, except what you're reading and some text note:

It's Monday evening.

   All right, Tuesday morning, just because it's already 2 a.m.  

 One of those random days where nothing has to happen, so to speak,
                       and nothing will eventually happen.

           Postponing after dinner something you had 
                      to do in the afternoon?           Not

a great idea, you know

                    There's a danger

     the related videos' trap on Youtube.

It might be due to a wrong formatting, but those notes placed in that way appear to me as a sort of inner monologue. As if consciousness was trying to show me how things are for real or something...

Surrender

The glass is empty, the wine's. Tea, half of a cup still warm, let's have a sip. Just a while to fix pictures, bolds, H2s and we're done.

Post's ready, as every day, packed an served. A byte threw in an ocean of bytes. A quick look at the number of likes received, views, some fast replies to comments and we're ready to take a sleep.

Reading time - around three minutes
Required level of attention - low
Contents - almost not existent
Photos - questionable...Is it Nemo, the one above?Oh...

Simply the perfect post, here in 2018.

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