Infantilised Nihilistic Millennials...
The ones that don't RESPAWN
Know thy Identity for seeing the other’s vanishing
Parade your Corny solipsism like the world cares for your rotten teeth
Merge into the death feasting entertainment
In Orphanages, they do not know The KARDASHIANS, and the KARDASHIANS do not know the orphans.
After all, Gods cannot be close to Mortals.
Can we still dream a future dystopia, or we are transcending into an ideal of Dystopian Future?
It is there, not-Yet, But in front of us.
Get your newly constructed identities.
Daughters slay your fathers for the 'likes'
Recreate them and rebuilt the Promethean desensitized.
The Status Quo of the 21st.
We create a realistic, abject notion of a new epitaph.
The Trauma is the new pleasure
Art is entertainment//Art is the botched human parts//Art is a collective unconscious of trauma.
Cheap symbols, man-made, no more industry, labour, pain, repetition, anxiety, patriarchy.
We run out of teeth; we print it, cheaply reproduce it.
Tokens of money with the new kings and queens
Getting shot gracefully still hurts
Would you appropriate your funeral to feel good for what’s coming?
How can we be rational in an age of mass-produced slaughter?
Thought and art together found themselves in this haunted landscape.
▌│█║▌║▌║ “WE ARE LIVING THE ART OF A REVOLUTIONARY PERIOD.” ║▌║▌║█│▌
▌│█║▌║▌║ “WE LIVE IN THE FANTASTIC RUINS OF A FALLEN EMPIRE.” ║▌║▌║█│▌
Arts are developing their strategies
Strategies for self-recovery in a newly constituted world
Fiction allows us to slide into other heads,
To go to other places,
Look out through other eyes.
So we can stop before we die,
We can RESPAWN
I create because I want
I create because I should