The Future of Everything Is Lies, I Guess: Psychological Hazards

> “Cool it already with the semicolons, Kyle.” No. I cut my teeth on Samuel Johnson and you can pry the chandelierious intricacy of nested lists from my phthisic, mouldering hands. I have a professional editor, and she is not here right now, and I am taking this opportunity to revel in unhinged grammatical squalor.

While there was quite a bit to discuss in the article, this act of rebellion and indulgence felt like it should be celebrated.