Politics could be long spelled as 'si on prenait cela nous autres' or 'what if we took this, us the righteous ones'?;

The immediate result comes out as the 'ghosting' of art works, making them into simulacras, flags, clones of what a social network thinks makes it 'right', versus all the 'wrong' remainders; it simply makes them 'invisible' as a 'truth' container, for they become part of the consumer's daily fare of 'feeling good' because I fit into the social framework;

Then, real people, creative, curious, inquisitive, spirited are simply 'put out of work', disconnected from the ruling social network and so become in a sense graffitis painted over and over with drabness, the standard colour, claim, disguise, clothing of a social member;

Art lives deeply within all the still creative ones, moving from one point of view to another, never mired into a social moral dream of 'goodness' the standard glue off all what holds together around a moral pretense;

People are art alive, winds of change.