Doping out the identity of an obsessive, enigmatic Instagram poster has become a favored pastime of the scrolling classes.
It is the parlor game of the pandemic. Among a certain segment of the scrolling classes, art and literary division, firing up their tablets and smartphones each morning has taken on aspects of a whodunit. Rifling through Instagram feeds, they register with half yawns the sponsored posts and thirst traps, the Throwback Thursday selfies and banal memes of cats. All the while they are waiting to happen upon the latest clue from a particular account.
It is that of rg_bunny1, an enigmatic and anonymous, unabashedly niche figure who, since at least the
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