If you’ve ever found yourself falling down a rabbit hole of Tumblr confessions, TikTok poetry, or a Reddit thread that reads like a novella, you’ll recognise the spirit of alt-lit.
This loose, slippery movement isn’t a genre so much as a sensibility, one that embraces the textures of online life and folds them directly into literature. It’s fiction with its hair mussed up, still smelling faintly of late-night scrolling.