Imagine an army of the smartest, most compassionate, free thinking, capable individuals duped in to an existence of competition amongst themselves for a ridiculously rare opportunity. All the while serving the one percent with objects of beauty and status created with blood and sweat in blinders in expensive rooms with expensive supplies. Paying for the opportunity to have a chance to be accepted in to the select few who will grace the dinner table of the elite with their carcasses.. Imagining themselves some sort of noble warrior carrying on a tradition of superiority to all other earthly activities. While their brothers starve and are beaten and hoodwinked and tortured and they can’t understand what it is you are doing never mind why you are doing it.
so you wanna be an artist
- Stephen
- November 7, 2016
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