World building / fiction / short story idea: what happens in a world where everybody does everything the same, and everything tastes the same, and looks the same. And what kind of boring existence that would be.

This feeling of sameness and boredom with homogeneous. Makes me want to learn into being absurd and writing things that are different and outside of the box. And avoiding places and platforms that pressure me into popularity contests that are races to the bottom of the barrel. This is the appeal of authors like Vonnegut, Bukowski or Thompson who were weird, different, raw, absurd.