I’m not proud of my work because I covered, yes, a well-worn theme and barely cleared the tracks someone else left, dragging my steps across paths half-paved, kicking up dust. I’m heavy-footed — fuck subtlety — unlike the giddy bohemians skipping through their art programs with paid-for apartments, tuition. ... I trample, ro…
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