Once Upon A Time In Alphabet City

I was standing on a rooftop in alphabet city over the weekend with a group of strangers. They were lamenting and celebrating the upcoming death of post-modernism. The movement's gone strong for over thirty years but in the last ten years it's been gasping for a final breath. As young adults, they were excited to make the next bold movement, to create the next thirty year's cultural media and cultural commentaries. Every art critic has been pondering what the next movement will represent and what post modernism meant itself. In the seventies, it displayed irony galore but over time it got so fragmented and pastiche that it offered barely any cohesiveness. This made me wonder, "could nothing come after post-modernism? Could our culture have become so diverse, so multicultural, full of so many subcultures that culture no longer exists? Could we be living in a world where the only culture is the culture of "I?"Even in remote areas, teens have the connection to a vast sea of sub cultures and identities that they can pull from a closet of concepts and invent their own identity. When critics can barely define post-modernism, how could they define a new wave in the era of post-emo bloggers who cage fight on the side and work as exterminators? It's hard enough to find a group these days, with everyone having their own interests. Some would lament this. But fuck, this is great! Art follows culture and if art can't find an identity, then how could society? With the tea party, Obamaites, and radicals, politics have fallen apart. Art has to be next! And what a party this fallout will be! What grand old party it will be!