But in the age of subjectivity and selective vision generated through self-curated digital windows to the world, these men suffer perpetual sensory overload in an era of fragmenting narratives. The meaning of success loses form. The superficial and the superreal collide between them as they scramble through the fuckscape trying to make a dollar or two off the creative compulsivity that they once thought could enshrine humanity against the amorality and automatization of a post-human world.