What might be the meaning in a world where a child dies each 6 seconds of starvation to run around as price “m a tu vu” with a piece of meat on the head?

A reflect of the philosophical flatness of the auditorium?

The wannabe queens new clothes as summit of art subjugated to a cynical market selling post modern holy canned sausages without earthy substance to the masses assimilated to a flog of flies?

This decadance on the “end of empire” barbecue of vaporous vanity, during humanity gets butchered  and minced up the last dry bone, might be a question to us : all that blood for THAT?