Where is literature going and why is it going in that direction?

Growing up I always felt detached from history, unable, at all, to become a part of it, that today is just today and it will not become history. History has already happened and it will not ever happen again. But I grew older and realized, in a very dramatic moment, that history never was, that human beings make it up because of our sense of time as linear. We are born, we do some things, and then we die. Some times these things are significant to other people, some times these things are significant to ourselves. Some times these things are both, or neither, but any way you approach it - any way you attempt to define it, to brush it up, to polish it, or to throw it away and destroy it - our conscious experience decays and no longer sustains itself. Our bodies continue to be, but only in many other forms: a rock, a baby bird, a fig tree, a gust of wind, a scientific experiment with magnesium, a foundation for a self built house. I realized that history is always occurring, that the word "history" itself is nothing but a human concept, that it is a word to describe the development of human beings with other human beings. "History" is human beings with other human beings.

Then what? Sociology, psychology, philosophy, architecture, science, literature, terrorism, etc. Tools, senses. Things to further our reach into the depth of the universe, into its crevices and around its edges. We're here, and we're here together.

Alright? Alright.

So, the development of literature is pushed by forces explained by some listed, some not. History books of the future will say that the popular opinion of the time, specific socioeconomic conditions shaped the prevalence of popular genres of literature in 2009. And here we are, blind to these forces because they don't really exist.