Mark and Logan wonder if Trumpian frustration has elicited great art. Does art require struggle? Can art reveal anything in the face of society-wide apocalyptic revelation? If the answer is no, what *can* art say about our American moment?

Camus and the Desert Fathers make an appearance. The deep communion of the contemplative life is discussed but hopefully in a way that doesn't sound like esoteric bullshit.

We can't pronounce Paraic O'Donnell's name but you should check out his story on Twitter.

We would have recorded this one at a Waffle House if we could of.

Camus and the Desert Fathers is the name of our new band.

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