Deciding what officially constitutes “art” is a lot like trying to reach a universal agreement as to what love feels like. Both concepts are completely subjective.
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I don’t know anybody who’s happy.
That’s not to say I hang around with depressed, angry people; not exclusively anyway. The disaffected posers that defined the early years of Generation X have become the middle-management, mulch- laying, uptight suburb dwellers of today. 195 more words