As careful mothers do to sleeping lay / Their babes which would too long the wanton play, / So to prevent my youth’s approaching crimes, / Nature, my nurse, had me to bed betimes.
“Postmodernity is said to be a culture of fragmentary sensations, eclectic nostalgia, disposable simulacra, and promiscuous superficiality, in which the traditionally valued qualities of depth, coherence, meaning, originality, and authenticity are evacuated or dissolved amid the random swirl of empty signals.”
Jean Baudrillard