Urizen Drowning, by William Blake, captures much of today- the overwhelm instead of understanding when it comes to matters like AI, which results from too narrow a perception of reality, for all that Urizen believes he perceives it well.
I grew up in a working class family became middle class when I ate some olives, upper class when I tried a top hat on, then working class again when I fried an egg whilst smoking a fag.
Mark Fisher's "Capitalist Realism" was a critique directed squarely at New Labour's impotence and it's wild that, all this time later, they're still yet to have a remotely useful thought.