IS it all just one big artsy fetish/? Is all experience merely us being big sponges in the game of subculture upon subculture. Mulled away frm the majority who have bought into the culture. So instead our brains choose to die. We are in a cultural oasis. Starving for something different. Something real. So faces of death becomes art. Or are these things more than just kitschy bullshiut? Do they have some worth? As momentos of our relativist times. When nothing can be decreed. Rules ar e unwanted. Correction unnecessary. So is there a greater good that we need to find? Or is it all just art colliding with art creating art? Art for arts sake. Art imitating art. Are we the art? Is everything just sensory appeal. Good vs Bad. Fun vs Boring. Or is there a higher thing. A higher something. Trivializing the neon sprawls and plastic deserts.