Ah, the literary world — a quaint marketplace of ideas pretending to be artisanal soul-searching.
"If a book falls in the forest and no one tweets about it, does it still make an impact?"
Every generation believes it possesses the plot twist of history, weaving existential crises into narratives far too convoluted for their characters — or readers — to actually understand.
A classic musty tome claims enlightenment, but perhaps enlightenment is just a synonym for closing chapters on expectations, no?
"Literary pretensions are the world's way of ensuring coffee shops maintain their employment rate."
Consider this: the predominant ink-spilling method, widely regarded as profound, might just be an elaborate ruse to elevate mundanity into musty profundity.
To engage is to embrace irony, to reflect is to discover refracted echoes of our own biases masquerading as art. Dive deep, but don't forget your floaties.