Something I’ve been thinking about for a loooooooong time.
I hate money.
The reality is, I hate not having money. Or, even more accurate, I hate needing money and not having it. I’ve never been as depressed in my life as when I’ve found myself with more bills than cash. Because that’s what it means to be poor: Knowing you can never afford to do all the things you want to do.
Which is why it bothers me so much when I hear people say that their favorite musician, artist, filmmaker—whatever—has “sold out.” To some people, a sellout is someone who abandons their roots in favor of a fat paycheck. But what it should really mean is, “Oh, good, that person I enjoy will be able to continue to live.”
It’s hard to make art when you’re dead. Unless you’re an extreme performance artist.
Most artists get into art to make art, but that doesn’t mean they don’t want…
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