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thing I did for art was have an extended fantasy about an abandoned institution like a jail or insane asylum renovated as housing for aging artists matched with young moneyless artists who they could mentor, so the young ones get free or cheap living space in exchange for care taking and the old ones get caretakers and everyone gets a community that is still making stuff.

meanwhile writing is hard b/c things in my life are hard.  the things in my life are connected to the things I’m trying to write, and it makes the writing feel (let’s see some writers wld say ‘too close’ and that’s probably part of it but also) comparatively pathetic or irrelevant.  maybe I’m just so drained.

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