
Oh wow. Talking shit about rich people really does work.
Chapter Seventeen: The Rest of the Voiceless, Heavenly Tyrant by Xiran Jay Zhao
The void is my friend.

Oh wow. Talking shit about rich people really does work.
Chapter Seventeen: The Rest of the Voiceless, Heavenly Tyrant by Xiran Jay Zhao

Art and sex occupy similar positions under capitalism. The commodification of each, while rampant, is also rife with anxiety and subject to questions of ethics, purity, and meaning. This is because we are told art and sex shouldn’t be commodified. Both are seemingly sacred forms of human expression, and we are taught to keep them close to ourselves, safe from capital’s voracious appetite. And yet, art and sex– and specifically the art and sex industries–are actually capital’s stress points: two industries saturated in hyper-capitalist relations while also existing on the outskirts of the formal economy.
page 5, Working Girl: On Selling Art and Selling Sex

So I’ll keep going. And going. And I’ll learn and do better and sometimes I’ll hate myself for not giving up and I’ll rage at the shit around me but I remember what it’s like to look at the world with uncomplicated hope and I can’t stop until I get that back. What’s the alternative?
Chapter Nineteen, The Nightmare Before Kissmas by Sara Raasch

Magic, like music, does not always need to be explained. It is enough that it exists.

Writing and rewriting is the attempt to communicate not just a truth but the ecstasy of truth. It is not enough for me to convince the reader of my argument; I want them to feel that same private joy that I feel alone.
Part III: Bearing The Flaming Cross page 39 of 60, The Message by Ta-Nehisi Coates