every few years, almost on cue, i feel a social movement start eating itself, and i think, “shit, i gotta get out. i gotta make art.” maybe it’s like a forest fire—burns itself down to make room for new growth. maybe that’s the natural ecology of social movements.
every few years, almost on cue, i feel a social movement start eating itself, and i think, “shit, i gotta get out. i gotta make art.” maybe it’s like a forest fire—burns itself down to make room for new growth. maybe that’s the natural ecology of social movements.