Lost in white space
White space! A fresh, blank page to write on! Isn't it great? Well, no. It isn't. It's the absence of good things on a page. It's loathed by authors and journalists everywhere. It sucks words. It eats articles. It produces shoddy pieces of work cobbled together at the last minute on suspect topics such as, to pluck a random example from the ether, why white space is a bad thing. Art critics disagree. (They would.) To them, it's an exciting and innovative use of a canvas. It challenges the essential objectification of the experience of engaging in a mutual discourse framework with the artist's work, whilst at the same time retaining the metaphysical and inescapable nature of the barrier between viewer and viewed. It delineates, and at the same time, demolishes societal concepts of the quintessential nature of art and man's criteria for a dialogical frame of reference within his own creative contemporaenity. Let's take a moment to appreciate some grade-A white space: White, wasn't it? Spacious, too. I bet you can just feel the contemporaenity oozing off it. Let's not be too hard on the art critics. After all, they've made careers out of making words from nothing, while we poor writers reverse the process and let ideas fall right out of our brains and into the blank screen. Art critics' words are longer, too, and as we all know, that's the literary equivalent of having big boots. You just can't argue with a word like "confabulate". We can be as hard as we like on the white space, though. After all, it ate my article. And all my long words.
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