“Practice any art… no matter how well or badly, not to get money and fame, but to experience becoming, to find out what's inside you, to make your soul grow.”
- McKellen reciting Vonnegut
there is something special about reading friends' year end essays. living thru the wins, heartbreaks, losses, and the quiet in betweens. what a gift to be part of them.
I never met these people. I don’t know them personally. But I feel this emotional loss with their passing. I think that’s what great art does- it pulls us close to those we’ve never met in such a human way. 2025’s been an incredibly painful year filled with loss for everyone.