Precisely. There’s no such thing as avant-garde. As comical as you may think Rule 34 is, it really IS a rule. Nothing is new. Every possible basic plot has been told. Every possible (delightful) melody has been written. (Banging on car doors while someone pisses into a vat of angry cats might be “considered” music, but it’s not fucking delightful). When Jackson Pollock, Pablo Picasso, and Andy Warhol are considered the greatest artists of their time, art has been completely done. Nothing new can be.