Irony and Critique

Just a small thought on the power of art - it has an ability to function as a mirror, confronting us with our own ugliness in a way that shatters our formerly held perceptions without breaking us as individuals. (Or, perhaps it does break us - but it does so in a way that we subtly allow, even if we're not aware of it.) In the breaking, art pushes and hopes for something better.

That being said...

We say that people are not for sale, but what about our identities? In buying things to define us, what have we sold ourselves to?