 Art is the production of objects for consumption, to be used and discarded while waiting for a new world in which man will have succeeded in freeing himselfof everything, even of his own consciousness.The example I cite could be extended to the exclusively noisy and undifferentiated music listened to in
those places where millions of young people gather to exorcize the horror of their solitude.But why more than ever has civilized man reached the point of feeling horror even of himself?