The hero of our story is dead. The time has come to mourn the novel. No one has the time to read a book anymore. We read emails, menus, status updates, magazines, blogs, and tweets. It’s not the digital age that has killed books, it’s our lifestyle. We are always on the move. Our life is a constantly updated timeline, adorned with minuscule clips of what we now call ‘life’. A human lifespan has been reduced to five-minute intervals. We refresh what has died long ago.
Life is wearisome.