Less space, as you said, between audience and artist. Less space, no space. Remember how fun bumper cars used to be? Well, maybe not fun, but it was better than standing in line to ride the bumper cars. There is no genius in a clusterfuck of jammed bumper cars not going anywhere. Whiffs of sparkling electricity, sure. But even when the bumper cars are moving, is there any one among us who can claim to be the most brilliant bumper car driver the human race has ever managed to produce? Did anyone ever come along and reinvent the very idea of bumper cars? And please don't say "bumper boats." Bumper boats are just urinals with a steering wheel. You can spend your 10,000 hours dedicated to bumper cars, but the truth of it is that none of us are demonstrably so much more talented at 2 mph that anybody not already driving a bumper car is going to slam on the brakes and sigh with resignation. "Now that woman... she's a bumper car NATURAL." We're trapped in inclusivity that excludes us. We've lowered community standards so much that everything is epic and amazing and you can now wear pants or you can wear a cock ring on a dog leash and neither one is objectively or subjectively any better or worse than the other. We no longer build bridges to cross rivers, we celebrate the fact that everyone is an engineer. This particular universe has nothing, contains nothing. No stars. No plasma. No gas. No dust. No nothing. No something. Sure, we were all once, like the universe itself, once much younger and hotter than we are now, but hell--all of the world's wealth can now be stored digitally in blockchains, which are sometimes more or less valuable than memes, and instead of patterns of off and on, 0 and 1 making complex forms we have expanded until we have also collapsed. We are beyond time so we are also beyond space. There's not even enough room to get a running start. There's nowhere to go even if we could. We're all those tourists who spend their vacation complaining about all of the other tourists. What we need is for someone to be accountable. The universe is made of goo.
Less space, as you said, between audience and artist. Less space, no space. Remember how fun bumper cars used to be? Well, maybe not fun, but it was better than standing in line to ride the bumper cars. There is no genius in a clusterfuck of jammed bumper cars not going anywhere. Whiffs of sparkling electricity, sure. But even when the bumper cars are moving, is there any one among us who can claim to be the most brilliant bumper car driver the human race has ever managed to produce? Did anyone ever come along and reinvent the very idea of bumper cars? And please don't say "bumper boats." Bumper boats are just urinals with a steering wheel. You can spend your 10,000 hours dedicated to bumper cars, but the truth of it is that none of us are demonstrably so much more talented at 2 mph that anybody not already driving a bumper car is going to slam on the brakes and sigh with resignation. "Now that woman... she's a bumper car NATURAL." We're trapped in inclusivity that excludes us. We've lowered community standards so much that everything is epic and amazing and you can now wear pants or you can wear a cock ring on a dog leash and neither one is objectively or subjectively any better or worse than the other. We no longer build bridges to cross rivers, we celebrate the fact that everyone is an engineer. This particular universe has nothing, contains nothing. No stars. No plasma. No gas. No dust. No nothing. No something. Sure, we were all once, like the universe itself, once much younger and hotter than we are now, but hell--all of the world's wealth can now be stored digitally in blockchains, which are sometimes more or less valuable than memes, and instead of patterns of off and on, 0 and 1 making complex forms we have expanded until we have also collapsed. We are beyond time so we are also beyond space. There's not even enough room to get a running start. There's nowhere to go even if we could. We're all those tourists who spend their vacation complaining about all of the other tourists. What we need is for someone to be accountable. The universe is made of goo.