This is a bad story, a very bad story. It’s probably the worst story you have ever or will ever read. I will not be offended if you just stopped reading now.
It has a cast of thousands and no main characters. None of the characters know any of the other characters. Everything in it is either a cliché or a non -sequitur. It has not just one, but several unreliable narrators and which one can you trust, really?
This story does not know where to start nor when to end. Though it has no known geographic setting, still it meanders, runs into dead ends and jumps off cliffs but refuses to die. It has bad breath and farts way too much. It has no plot to speak of. Its grammar is atrocious. This story has no morals or redemptive qualities. This story has no Cliff Notes.
It is neither sad nor funny nor anything in between. It does not even know why it exists. To call it surrealistic would be an insult to Salvador Dahli. To call it absurdist would be an insult to Franz Kafka. To call it existential would be an insult to Albert Camus. To call it incomprehensible would be an insult to James Joyce.
It lasts an eternity and is a waste of time.
Once upon a time, long ago and far away, it was a dark and stormy night. And they all lived happily ever after.
See? A string of cliches that all add up to a non-sequitur.
To be continued ….
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