how do I explain. you know when you see a stranger walking up, and they trip slightly, and you know they embarrassed, and you know because you’ve been there. what a curious web we weave bruh.
imagine being an artist and being able to just create without the expectation of being a “voice for the voiceless” and having everything you do politicized because your existence is politicized and everything you do/say is put on a scale for/against your humanity.
must be nice.