All of the art from the past is grim and grimy and so different.

Songs written on broken banjos by farmers barely able to keep their children fed would naturally be a bit dark.

Stories written by repressed and terrified christian mothers a bit abstract and frightening.


What then, will historians think when they look back on the literature and movierature and musicature of our generation?
Crystal clean analyses of the ugliness of a traffic jam
Perfect sanitary white gloved stories about struggling to have relationships in the modern business world
Covered in rubbing alcohol and peroxide and the scent of a morgue our stories and music and films. So sanitary it burns your eyes to read them and makes you feel dirty in comparison.
But it’s that good clean burn you get when you use mouthwash and when the doctor tells you that you probably don’t have cancer.

As they read and listen and watch them 200 years from now wherever we are then.

All of the art from the past was so white and sanitary and disgusting, they’ll say. It was so different.