Silver Kanye makes me scared for my future

Words by Sasha Gattermayr

Performing a Christian opera in Miami, no less.

Can mythologies be created in a day? When 24 hours is both the lifecycle of a fruit fly and the length of time it takes to gestate the rise and fall of a resounding Internet sensation, the answer seems to be yes.

But what can I write about Silver Kanye? What can I write that hasn’t been written in the span of meme mythology already? Kanye inspires such a level of mediocre existentialism with every public appearance or nonsensical Twitter tirade, all poetry is lost to the void that tries to capture it.

His genius revolves around the vortex of nihilism his every action and reaction represents; the quintessential disappointment that no matter how well modern life services your fame and ego, you could still end up on a boat skulling champagne dressed like the still-life performers on a highly-populated tourist boulevard.

Is this what the world looks like when we’re all just artists doing art? When individualism is cancelled and we capitulate to the monochrome of normcore? Will Kanye be our leader to a new world or to our doomsday reckoning?

Maybe in the future, we’ll all be performing live Christian operas on a boat off the coast of Miami. That scares me, I have performance anxiety for a world stage where all the Internet is watching.

The oscillation between his perceived genius or madness is a fertile one and returns us to the same question every occasion he does something weird (or just something at all): Are we playing him, or is he playing us?



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