What if post-impressionism was just the stage where painters got old and lost their eyesight and everything got looser, details disappeared as they couldn't see very well anymore, leading a movement based not in artistic choice but biological circumstance. And then 21c-futurists were like... What happens when the uncanny valley is no longer uncanny? Are you romantic for a false idea of the real, when it's all real? It doesn't matter how machines scan us. But it's nice to be able to be unseen, or to see badly. There should be a name for that condition, that has something to do with fatigue. At the same time, as intense pleasure.