And today it seems like all movements -- and not just the artistic ones -- have run their course. Our ideas, institutions, and myths are tired and worn, and it feels as if we are collectively at some sort of terminus. Thus the seemingly never-ending parade of apocalypse-themed movies, books and TV programs in popular culture.
But -- like William Butler Yeats said in "The Second Coming" -- there's always some sort of rebirth, even if it's dreadful.
Guess I'm sorta taking things to a dark place. Sorry about that. But isn't that where we are?
Maybe an over-simplification?