Artsy? Questionably artsy?

Father...you have tempted me with your "netflix" once again....and I have reached out to you and begged for your forgiveness....yet you do not answer me...instead I have fallen ill...too sick am I to travel out to the taverns, homes of friends and warm bosom of companionship that I long for...too sick am I to find the strength to abandon this bed of goose down and this mug of mint tea...my heart is stone....my spirit is crushed....I have nowhere else to turn.....

Willam Defoe...why hath thou foresaken me?