The Illusion of Order
The list is the ultimate tool of the Last Man. It offers the comfort of logic where there is only the exhaustion of the soul. By bolding the first phrase, we signal to the lazy eye: "Do not read, merely skim; do not think, merely consume."

The Death of Style
True depth demands a labyrinth, not a bullet point. When we categorize our "insights" into neat, digestible rows, we surrender to the consistent cadence. We turn the fire of thought into a spreadsheet for the masses.

It is the final irony: to critique the Slop, one must often wear its uniform.