"Whatever it was or was not, there were words. Not just my own. I wrote stories, I wrote books, but the more I wrote the more I saw the door opening behind me, and I saw if I jammed my motherfucking foot in it, more of us would get through. And that we could make things. Together. What we could make was art. How that mattered. With other people I made paintings. With other people I made performances."
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