[ WP ] Describe some mundane activity as if you 're a character in a noir story .

News. Women. Tragedy and inspiration, wrapped up in a neat package for the masses to see. Another day in paradise, filtered through smoke and forgotten dreams. Hopelessly alone, connected through some unknowable darkness of tubes and overdue fees. Clicks. Clacks. Nothing of importance, but everything to us. It ’ s a grim reality that shades and clouds us now. 
 
 I don ’ t know what ’ s worse, the passive dullness of repetition or the need to press on. Hell, it ’ s always been this way. Different times call for different measures. I know that more than most. So if a million people, separated by black oceans and dreadful wastes, all feel the same fucking need to click through pages of empathetic stories and vicarious lives then who am I to stand in the way. It ’ s just another bombing in Baghdad, just another girl putting it all on the table. A storefront for the world to glare at and judge in lonely silence. 
 
 When the electric light shimmers across the faces of all the people so undauntedly aware of their own greatness, so perfectly content with fantasy and egomaniacal narcissism they can scarcely perceive a world beyond the screen, it ’ s hard to argue for the case of mankind. Click clack, get the door honey, life ’ s calling, I ’ ll be out in a minute.
