Have you ever played Minecraft and got so engrossed in the act of harvesting carrots that you forgot to take a shit until it was almost too late and you had to clumsily run for it, but your legs were noodles from playing your gay little video game for eleven hours straight so you tripped and just as your head was about to hit the ground, you tried to remember where your spawn point is in this world? That’s what Baudrillard was talking about.