What Would Faulkner Say?

From Welcome to The Dollhouse 3.0

That in this digital world meant to create convenience and the luxury of time, we have whittled our attention spans into blubbering manic hyenas with mere crumbs of time to read or reflect or conquer or chew something as huge as a sentence ripe with subtext and hopefully thought, with a beginning, middle and end, because we are already on to disprove Descartes with the next indigestable visual feast meant to charge us instantaneously with flavorful visceral knowledge attained without the effort of swallowing or thinking. 

Go forth and fatten the empty reflection in your eyes (They always said a man’s eyes were bigger than his stomach). 

Go forth and choke yourself on lack of meaning.