Today, three full generations after its birth in the 1940s, postmodern thinking has engendered a uniquely degraded democratization of creative ambition. It has subordinated individual originality and culture to consumerism. This piece is an exercise in therapy but useful for anyone keen for a definition of post-modernism, the cultural coronavirus against which we have no vaccine. Yet.
KNOCK KNOCK — Who’s there? — Grandpa. — Grandpa? Wait… Stop the cremation! Ten voices of the dead selected for your consideration. They’re all worth of your time.
There’s nothing here but an apology for indulging apathy, taking the path of least resistance in the hope it’s some kind of therapy.