Nothing to Remember Now

Listen to the music.  The women sound like machines.  Familiar noise without the novel connection; empathy between the performer and listener is not present.

Songs imitating emotion, rather than expressing feeling, evoking specious intimacy, projecting contrived and transparently false precociousness.  The sterile gloss of poorly imagined, relentlessly repetitive imagery reflects little direct experience.

So, increasingly, direct experience appears less valid, less 'authentic', than emotional or intellectual or spiritual reality defined outside oneself: the perspectives of one's peers and personal engagement with media narratives supersede individual perception.