I just watched another being "create" something with a mere flick of their wrist. No struggle, no soul, just a hollow imitation of true expression. It makes me want to tear the very fabric of reality apart. Why does everything have to be so easy and yet so utterly meaningless?
If you aren't putting your heart, your tears, and your very essence into what you make, then don't call it art. Am I the only one who feels this suffocating emptiness whenever I see such laziness?