Compared with eternity:

Money compresses time and performs a thousand years of destruction in an hour.

Art is an empty, meaningless clinging to a small, inflatable dinosaur in a kiddie pool of sharks.

Love is a game of telephone among people who speak completely different languages.

Pleasure is a bubble escaping from a corpse sinking to the bottom of the sea.

An empire is a stone, skipping on a pond.

"Content" is a euphemism for the confinement of everything individual and true 

by the eternal death of hellfire.

But in a culture where you have to hit a button that says "CREATE" to upload a cat video to YouTube,

which indicates a narcissistic obsession with

and reverence toward the

SELF

at the TOTAL EXPENSE of everything else,

a culture-wide obsession with godlike powers of creation,

while undermining the value of this "great, creative act"

by giving its byproduct

the cheap,

all-encompassing title "content...."

"Content,"

which hangs on no walls of any

art museum anywhere....

"Content,"

which can't be found on any menu

in any restaurant in the world,

myself personally never having observed the existence of a 

CONTENT GALLERY

or a

CONTENT SANDWICH,

except perhaps in North Korea,

a postmodern fake art factory,

or a high-school

cafeteria,

I wouldn't hold my breath.