WhiteVine 

We live in an era when "grand narratives" have died. They were buried not by revolutionaries or warriors, but by a quiet weariness with absolutes. Postmodernism is neither a style nor a chronological period, nor a verdict on culture. It is a state of consciousness that emerged the moment the mirror meant to reflect the truth suddenly cracked, revealing to our gaze not the world, but merely a multitude of our own reflections winking mockingly at us.