Twenty-three years later, I get the feeling that the act of allusion has replaced the act of expression. Day by day, we rely on a subtext that either vanished or never existed, collectively waiting for someone else to fill in the gaps of what we thought we meant to say. Overstimulated and still bored – ahh hell – even the clearest of images have become too much to bear.

Because the more we try to deny it,
the more we become aware,
that behind all representation
lies an empty vessel of despair.

Tragedy and the Superflat, Daniel Moldoveanum https://www.spikeartmagazine.com/articles/tragedy-and-the-superflat