" In anguish I imagine a time when art shall cease to seek out the never-said and will docilely go back into the service of the collective life that requires it to render repetition beautiful and help the individual merge, at peace and with joy, into the uniformity of being. For the history of art is perishable. The babble of art is eternal"
- Milan Kundera, The Curtain
I hope not.
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