I now admit this to you, one and all:

I actually really enjoy abstract expressionism. I know it was literally a CIA op, I know. and I care, I just... I still like it. it's pretty and effusive without and indirect, all allusion and no specific definite invocation of any particular ideam while basking in all the possibilities of things it could be and being entirely deniable. it warms my deeply postmodern cognitive organs.

which way to the gulag?