How stable is your culture as you approach the abyss? When does an enhanced remembrance seem like the only option? The utopia of hope seams pragmatically viable. The hegemony of a one-party state despite outward appearances where Spengler's emancipation of Simon's Song and the secularization of society is foreign to all but a few.

Words become empty vessels for sale on a sea of lies. Corporate greed is normalized. Social media is the prescription for prolixity kin to the Colosseum. This is the climate change by popular vote. Alternative perspectives are vacuous within partisan ethics of governance and polis.

Is Big Data a metaphysical conversation on chaos? How do we parse the increase in information? No grand narrative exists as the academics philosophize, for we are in post-modernity! What follows? Mass extinction?

A pattern is apparent and stylistic. It's an Expressionistic revival with none of the yearning and twice the anxiety. Writers write in streams of placating consciousness. Nothing like the originality of a Virginia Woolf's To The Lighthouse. Self-deprecation is politically correct and counts for a pass to the party. It feels like we are in the eye of the storm.


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