Most people don’t read anymore.
They skim. They scroll. They hover just long enough to feel like they’ve taken something in, then move on before it has a chance to ask anything of them. The modern reader isn’t really a reader at all—they’re a passerby, glancing through windows without ever stepping inside.
But you didn’t arrive here like that.
You didn’t trip over this post between a meme and a headline. You chose it. You opened it because something said “RSS”. And now you’re here.
That already makes you different.
Not better. Just… different.
There’s a quiet divide forming online. It’s not loud enough to trend, and it won’t be packaged into a neat explainer video, but it’s there all the same. On one side are the scrollers—endless, restless, always moving. On the other hand are the ones who stop.
You’re in the second group.
And that comes with a cost.
Because reading—real reading—demands something most people have trained themselves to avoid. It asks for attention. Not the fractured kind, split across tabs and notifications, but the deeper kind. The kind that holds a thought long enough for it to develop into something uncomfortable.
That’s where most people leave.
The internet wasn’t built for stillness. It rewards interruption. It favours noise over nuance, speed over substance. The faster something moves, the more visible it becomes. The slower it is, the more it disappears.
So reading—actual reading—has become a quiet act of resistance.
Not in the performative sense. Not something you announce or turn into a badge. But something more subtle. You stay when others leave. You follow a sentence to its end. You allow an idea to unfold instead of demanding it prove itself in the first line.
That’s not normal anymore.
There’s a strange irony in this.
Writers are told to shorten everything. Cut it down. Break it up. Make it easier. Assume the reader is distracted, impatient, and ready to leave. And most of the time, they’re right.
But if everyone writes for the distracted reader, something else disappears.
Depth.
And with it, the kind of connection that only happens when someone gives you their full attention.
You can feel the difference when it happens.
A sentence lands harder. A paragraph lingers. Something shifts—not dramatically, not all at once—but enough to leave a trace. It’s not about information anymore. It’s about recognition. You’re not just consuming something. You’re inside it.
That’s what most content avoids now.
Because it takes time. And time is the one thing the modern internet keeps teaching people not to give.
So the question becomes:
Not in a flattering sense. Not in a “you’re special” kind of way. But in a more honest one.
What is it you’re actually looking for when you choose to read instead of scroll?
It’s not efficiency. If it were, you’d already be gone. It’s not convenience either. There are easier ways to pass the time.
There’s something else.
Something quieter.
Maybe it’s the need to feel something that isn’t packaged and delivered in seconds. Maybe it’s curiosity that hasn’t been worn down yet. Or maybe it’s something less comfortable—a willingness to sit with ideas that don’t resolve neatly.
Because that’s the other side of reading.
It doesn’t always give you what you want.
Sometimes it leaves you with more than you came for.
And that’s where this divides again.
The scroller moves on before anything sticks. The reader doesn’t get that luxury. If something lands, it stays. It follows you. It reshapes the way you see things, even if only slightly.
Reading changes you in small, almost invisible ways.
That’s why it matters.
There’s no algorithm pushing you to stay here. No autoplay, dragging you into the next thing. At any point, you could leave. Close the tab. Forget this entirely.
Most people would have already done that.
But you haven’t.
And that says more than any metric ever could.
Because what you’re doing right now—this quiet, deliberate act of staying—is becoming rare.
Not extinct. Not yet. But rare enough to notice.
And maybe that’s the point.
Not to separate yourself from everyone else. Not to turn reading into some kind of identity. But to recognise that attention, real attention, is becoming one of the few things left that still belongs entirely to you.
The internet will keep speeding up. Content will keep getting shorter. Louder. Easier to consume and quicker to forget.
That won’t change.
But this—what you’re doing now—doesn’t have to disappear with it.
You can still choose to read.
To stay.
To let something unfold instead of rushing past it.
And if you’re here, then you already know something most people don’t.
Reading isn’t passive.
It never was.
You already understand something most readers don’t. You’re not here for noise. You’re here for something that lingers—something that unsettles, that asks questions without rushing to answer them.
That’s the space my novels live in.
They’re not built for distraction. They don’t chase easy resolutions or comfortable truths. They sit in the darker corners of human behaviour—where morality bends, where desire complicates, where people do things they don’t fully understand themselves. The kind of stories that don’t just pass through you, but stay, shifting quietly beneath the surface long after the final page.
If that’s what holds your attention—if you’re the kind of reader who doesn’t look away too quickly—then you’ll find something waiting for you in SEETHINGS.
–Michael (Dark fiction. Author of SEETHINGS (the first book), free for a limited time)
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