A bright spot fades in time. I guess I didn't see its inevitability because I wanted to believe that Nirvana was incorruptible as an idea, but the shock of hearing "Bloom" in a commercial for a video game really ripped me deep. Does the art belong to the artist, the muse, or its own admirers? I see a lot of our society's ugliness in Courtney Love as an individual affected by its various afflictions. Whoring art to perpetuate the pimping of life. Whose fault is that?
I really hate commercials.
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