I don’t think you can talk about progress in art—movement, but not progress.
Capitalism arose and took off its pajamas. Another day, another dollar. Each man is valued at what he will bring in the marketplace. Meaning has been drained from work and assigned instead to remuneration.
The writer is one who, emnbarking upon a task, does not know what to do.
How can you be alienated without first having been connected?
See the moon? It hates us.
I don't think you can talk about progress in art - movement, but not progress. You can speak of a point on a line for the purpose of locating things, but it's a horizontal line, not a vertical one.