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I type google into the void, but Mr. Doob has pulled the plug on the floor. The letters drip like hot confession— melts into o , o sizzles into a second g , and the search bar bends like a neck too tired to hold up the sky.

All my queries turn to slag. "Cat videos" — cinders. "How to be happy" — a cooling rock. The homepage is a Pompeii of hyperlinks.

No, Mr. Doob. Today, everything is heavy. Today, even light bends toward the center of your joke.

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