Before technological advancement,
Everything was art.
Now in the name of minimalism,
Everything is ash and no heart.
We traded the intricate and ornate
For the clean and frictionless.
We traded beauty and complexity
For the sterile and vileness.
We swapped the chisel for the pixel,
The texture for the screen.
And scrubbed away the human touch
To keep the canvas clean.
The arches turned to square blocks,
the colors faded fast.
And the modern world forgot
how to make beauty last.
Now efficiency is the king,
and algorithms decide
with everything a shade of grey,
and little left beside.
We traded passion for a grid,
and beauty for a bruise.
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