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Even when things in my life are not great—I know that I don't have to chop wood. I don't have to plastic my windows. I don't need to worry about any real winter to speak of.
Even when things in my life are not great—I know that I don't have to chop wood. I don't have to plastic my windows. I don't need to worry about any real winter to speak of.
But art—any art—tends to do more than just save you. Art doesn't pull you out of a raging river and leave you on the bank. Art grabs a blanket. Art gives you body heat. Art picks you up and finds help.
I've been thinking a lot about propaganda.
Sometimes, when heroes are worth meeting, you should take a risk and meet them.
This is going to be a quick and dirty newsletter, since I'm already a day late. My apologies for this—I've spent the week in Las Vegas for a little "me time"—that is, a few days of smoking cigars and drinking mojitos.
This was something I used to post on Instagram, where I process my recent rejections in public. Rejections are a rite of passage and talking about them tells the ones with you, coming behind you—I was here.