Paintings are seldom guilty and often framed for crimes they did not commit. Some cover holes-holes in walls, holes in lives. Some make holes-in wallets, holes in hearts in negative space.
That becomes the revolution, to be idealistic enough that you think you can change the world, and what you find is you can’t change anything but yourself.
The seeds of who I am now had been planted. Fools aren’t born, I wrote in my notebook one day during ethics class. They are watered and grown like weeds by institutions such as Christianity.
Relationships never break cleanly. Like a valuable vase, they are smashed and then glued back together, smashed and glued, smashed and glued until the pieces just don’t fit together anymore.
There’s nothing like the feeling of knowing that you’ve made a difference in someone’s life, even if that difference is a lifetime of nightmares and a fortune in therapy bills.
