He was supposed to be writing a twelve hundred-word so-called ‘think piece’ (intended to require zero thought on the part of the reader and scarcely more from the writer but still, somehow, beyond him) that had reached such a pitch of tedium that he’d spent half an hour staring at the one-line email to the editor who’d commissioned it: ‘I just can’t do this shit anymore. Yrs J.A.’
"Jeff in Venice, Death in Varenesi," Geoff Dyer
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