I was looking for a hook, a gimmick to cling too when working on this mess of a page.
A hook keeps us on the lookout for cheap attempts at grabbing your interest, and while you look the snag you fully with the cheapest of them all.
I hate hooks, I hate plots that try to make themselves complex and convoluted on purpose to seem posh and bigger than life. What is literature if not life in words.
Absurdist plot devices that spin in hexagonal motions have all became too common for my tastes, I'm afraid, like what I might be doing now.
The hook that got me was one I saw way ahead of time, yet I couldn't help it, and now I'm living the greatest chapter of my life, and I presume it to be the last and only one I need anyways.