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A kind of generalised disgust with no clear object permeates my experience of TM these days. Probably nothing more than a particular instance of the overall malaise inspired in me by almost everything that bills itself as culture. But the particularities, in this case, by dint of some kind of sunk-costs calculation - wasted too much of my life on this fucking website, har har, haven't we all, all the hours lost to a glowing rectangle which promised all the validation you'd ever want as long as you ...