The White Lotus

Poetry

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We create friction from fiction; for this, there is no resistance, just your monthly or annual subscription, your life fragmented, pixelated on your OLED screen, all shiny and glossy. There is no get-out clause, no way to leave this situation. We do not even have time to contemplate our escape, and so is fate. If only I had time, I would watch the whole series. There is so much choice that one cannot breathe above the…