As a woodworker, I know the comfort of knowing where my pencil is.

The pen used to be mightier than the sword. Perhaps it still rebuts drones and hypersonic bombs, but can it beat an unlimited flow of self-generated artificial bogus?

And what about an unlimited flow of authentic human bogus: populist speech, carbon reduction in sales terms, art fair presidents addressing artistic merit, telemarketing, your flight attendant thanking you for your loyalty? Like kids nagging for Squishies?

Hyperinflation of the word has become a tradition. And the pen, the pencil? Who remembers using those? Artists may be…

I miss the point. Le point essentiel, der springende Punkt, el punto: the point! Where is it?