March 31st, 2025 - Hatagaya Lore
Dear TNY,
Late again, it seems, and “Hatagaya Lore” is the trash I just waded through.
Another story where nothing fucking happens, no empathy exists, and you’ve completely wasted my time. I’m late a lot these days because I’m traveling and visiting people and I don’t want to compromise their time to do FTNY work (as I used to), as a considerate person wouldn’t, but it makes it very, very fucking easy to put your horseshit stories off because they have been getting perpetually worse for 20 years. Now it seems we are at the ragged edge of complete banality (just kidding; we’re way past that). Where else could you go?
Positives? None. This story did not do anything with language, narrative, character development, or, really, anything else. Not one sentence spoke up and said, “Notice me.”
The MC was the most developed character, and he was cardboard. Everyone else was lesser. And it took 1/8th of the story to understand what gender/etc the MC was. In this day and age of not wanting us to assume anything, you have to fucking tell us. And the author didn’t. And unlike a visual medium, I don’t get the information from cues. So I’m just sitting and waiting as I read through a thousand words thinking, who the fuck is this, missing what turned out to be not key points anyway, but if they were I would have missed them nonetheless.
I don’t know new ways to ask you why the fuck you print such garbage. I’m kinda done with this.
I’m in Portland right now, pursuing work, and I watched a movie last night called You Hurt My Feelings. I only bring this up to let you know that if there ever was a movie to represent a quintessential TNY story, that movie would be it. New Yorkers with no real fucking problems, one a goddamn writer, wasting our fucking time with complete bullshit and ultimately making a person wish they had gotten into self-mutilation instead of perusing the “art”. At least cutting would be interesting.
Something is wrong with you and your publication and the arts. And you all sit there and wonder why someone like Trump could get elected. Maybe it’s because your side of the fence has no concept of real fucking life. And the one your rep alienates and isolates instead of providing avenues for connection, empathy, and transcendence like it supposed to.
Just like this shit story. Just like most of your shit stories. Just like most things these days. Fails to represent humanity. Just one giant circlejerk of “artists”, an echo chamber hell bent on ruining the thing I love.
Fucking great, champ.
Nick
P.S. Did you not look at this story and watch one boring character fuck his way through a dozen boring characters and think, “This might not be interesting…,” or were you distracted from the lack of discernible character building by the fact that the story included non-traditional sex and you’re so fucking sheltered you thought that aspect would carry the story alone?
