You know that feeling when you're up at 2:00 and realize that you used to write, like, a lot? When you can't sleep so you're googling if irony can't, in fact, be sincere? And you end up inevitably finding your way back to David Foster Wallace[1] and find a blogpost with a link to a writing style...
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