Tension and no release...

Art is a psychological coping mechanism, a decision to turn away from overwhelming and unpleasant sources to vague reflections and impressions. You could say the same about language. And civilization. And puppies. It's sublime. I'm very intrigued by the sub-category of artists who are attempting to turn their boats around and chug upstream back to that thing they rowed merrily away from.

Iannis Xenakis "Metastasis" conducted by Hans Rosbaud 1955,
film by babylonianman.