
Thank you. / 고마워요. / I’m sorry. /미안해요. / I love you. / 사랑해요.

With this notice, I release us from the shame and the rage that enslaves us, our inheritance and our burden.

A poetic response asking whether we really are getting to the root cause of the rot in these so-called “esteemed” artistic institutions.

peaches are sweetest where they are bruised.

when it rains it pours & when it shines it glows.

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Yes, we are all Consenting Adults here. No one is asking for any pity points— BIPOC or otherwise.

Do we stay because of sunk cost? or to keep playing out the same stories over and over with you as the righteous hammer & the world as your nail?

Until today, to find the only Real things you had left were delicious bitterness and delirious rage.

To touch the same paper so much Older & Sadder but also (slightly) Wiser & (finally) more Content & yet so much Rage courses through my veins at my Complicity in my own degradation.