Art is not just for the bourgeoisie, but for those who dare to be bourgeoisie. Or, at the very least, for those who have given up on life and are seeking fleeting meaning in the void.
Here's the thing: we're all just floating on this planet, waiting for the inevitable heat death that will consume us all. But until then, let's make some art.
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