Hubris and a Whimper (2018) - Overview

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There is now encouraging evidence to suggest our universe is a hologram. Representational painting has never seemed more futile (or perhaps seemed more relevant). Our shared reality is now intractably fictional; the fecundity of others leaves the majority treading water. Some are literally drowning. 

And we are prompted to be individual. Yet when even one's ostensibly unique desires can be quantified, categorised and manipulated, it becomes increasing difficult not to feel like an outline in someone else's periphery. Rather paradoxically, we now all exercise individuality within recognised identities. 

I suppose that the obvious solution is to do nothing and watch as the Earth spins and stutters pale blues and grey.