Of course we will survive this golden age where ideas are just old ideas rehashed. Quality, style and function aren't applied. Where have all the classics gone. I've heard it said there will never be a classic again. Art repeats itself. I cannot tell but it pays to be a skeptic. Cause there is nothing new. Where do we go from here? I've waited all my life to find the newest craze. And it does not impress me. What we need right now is a cultural revolution. Art destroys itself.
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