Something I value deeply is without meaning.

There is no magic in literature.
It is all grit and sadness and not to be admired.

There is no value in writing.
Only what we bring to it, self-serving and needy.

There is no beauty in the world.
Only want and desire, and pleasure.

Reading is a self-congratulatory act.
It is mental masturbation.

And we begin there,
Constructing our own worlds
Through the construction of the worlds of others.

It simply is,
Without judgment or prejudice,
We bring that to the text.

(We)Con-(Writing)text.
The navigation of media is principle to our understanding of the world.