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Your dissonant voice on my radio, your undernourished and maladroit body on my stage, your ineffectual and uninspired peices of pretense in my field of view. It's better than destruction and apathy, but...What are you going to do when all art is signed anonymously?

What are you going to do when you can't take credit for your art? Your oft-shattered ego won't get the shot in the arm it needs when your signature doesn't exist anymore and the steely truth of art for art's sake bares down on you like an unpayable debt. Sounds and images will only exist as fundamental expressions of the soul and not as a source of rent payment. Once it's all anonymous, bad art will die and we'll be able to consider all work based on it's ability to produce emotion from those exposed to it or any other merits not weighed down with vogue preconceptions. Your Broadway dreams will drop when you can't see your name in lights and the art school drop outs will be able to wash your dishes and wait on your tables knowing that what they have to say is just as exposed as your haut couture mediocrity.

Your ego won't feed you art so your art shouldn't feed your ego.