The āmarried in a year in the suburbsā guy will be the last proper internet-dunking for contrived artistic vibes. The last Rebecca Black. The major social medias will be so flooded with rage bait and AI garbage that the social responsibility to call out performative art will seem insignificant, people will cheer on similar content but with a knowing in-joke slant to let others know they donāt actually like it, a content minded Internet personality will see this and try to break into the music industry with an intentionally cringey song, an N+1 essay titled āstolen loser valorā will reset us back to baseline, but the dynamic will never quite be the same.
Clams will get the Axolotl treatment, the word āclamā itself will send youths into fits of laughter, no one will know how or why we got here.
Orlando Bloom will shock the nation with the way he does something weird, like Pete Buttigeg with that cinnamon roll but much, much darker.
