What a twisted type of creature! Consuming strong and refined feelings of desire, excitement, grief and terror. Yet fearing the unavoidable meeting with one's own real sensibilities.

"Be shocking", they say to the new artist, but not "be smart and sensitive".
An art piece is considered good by those who can relate.
The more disorted or aberrant it is, the more so are those relating themselves to it.

Let me tell you of a cetrain distinct shade of sadness. It's the one felt by an artist seeing his sarcastical mocking creation becoming trending among those ridiculed.

There's a long journey awaiting for those longing for both emotionally and logically deep content. What's it like?