It has no purpose. It helps let go of the need to find a purpose. It’s a free-fall into purposelessness. It is art.

Art is masochistic. Art is selfish. Art is an escape. Art’s inspiration is called the Muse. The Muse looks a lot like suffering.

Art divides people. If it doesn’t, it has failed in its uselessness.

There are no certificates, no celebrations, no after-parties. Loneliness is where art goes to feast.

Your favorite book will be lampooned. What you think a bizarre artwork will sell for millions. You will walk past the most beautiful designs without much of a glance. The most ordinary music will sound better than anything you have heard. Art is the real singularity.

If art is useless, why do artists continue to make art?

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