The end is always near. How do we challenge finality in our daily lives and in our art?
Our experiences with a piece of art are varied and unique. Some pieces may take a lifetime to digest.
“Though desire for sex is considered one of our four primal drives, I lack such a desire almost completely.”
“The best books show us who we were when we first read them, who we are now, and who we may yet become.”
“There are those who fail to realize how deeply Thompson cared about his country. He was a product of it.”
“I am three days aged in Lagos and cry as my fingers turn the first page.”
Inside his sewing box was an old girlfriend’s felt heart, stuck with pins. Throw it out, he says. I don’t.
There is opportunity in forcibly rewriting a story, in trying out identities that might not feel true at first.
“My cousin’s gift was validation, a connection I hadn’t even realized I was looking for.”
“To be an amateur is to let one’s leisure activities remain indifferent to the whims of capital.”
“Unlike most popular orphan characters, I wasn’t too young to remember my parents.”
Briggs didn’t create the monster lurking under the bed, he just told us it was there.
It is the act of recording all this data that has helped me step away from identifying so strongly with it.
“My reading trajectory hadn’t equipped me with how I saw myself.”