In this current pill popping culture we live in, are over-prescribed anti-depressants cutting short our ability to create truly soul searching, multilayered, art?
This is the question posed by World-Herald writer John Pitcher. Read his entire article here.
Is Dr. Phil putting the kibosh on deep, narrative art? What happens to the creative spirit in a world addicted to happiness? Bland sameness? Hallmark card poetry? Muzak?