There's a kind of datedness about metaphors that are bandied about haphazardly in marketing. The round holes. And square pegs. This is the theory of conformity in single, sharp difference. The one about lemons and the bitterness of fate. Or how boxes contain our thinking. The most ambitious, if indulgent, is the gesture that art is life is art. Indeed, art is supposedly a mirror that reflects, if mimics, society. It's a medium that both celebrates life and bastardizes it. But why imitate?
