Perhaps real life has already become more like the internet than he imagined. He was making a suggestion, but reality, it turns out, is already there. This morning, I drove by the afore-pictured couch and love seat, sitting yet on the road, waiting for somebody to adopt them or reclaim them. The furniture had, however, taken on a new coloration. Not produced by me, and not produced by my neighbors whose house the couch etc. are sitting in front of as the neighbors are yet away. Brought by someone else, some other stranger who felt a need to make an intemperate comment, just like on the blogs:
