Can we ever give a single definition for art? Can we say this is an art, but the other is not? If art is, just, reflective, can it still be art?

If there are no readers, what is the point of writing?

Beyond "The Lost Generation" of Hemingway, what is left of us? Is our confusion serving the cause of our denial?

How much does the art tell about the artist? Can we love the art yet hate the artist? Or do we blindly hate art if we hate the artist?

How do creative artists create? Through a mind-numbing overthinking or a spontaneous creative surge?