My most recent Instagram discovery is the artist MILCK. I should have known about her, maybe I did.
I’ve said before that I dislike the artificiality of calls for unity. Unity is not a tent nor an umbrella, not even a physical place. Unity is a battle cry, a silent affirmation, a demand to know why, steely determination. It is forged in spaces lacking gilt, lackluster rooms where secrets spilled. Unity is not a choice, it is a demand to acknowledge bone and blood, but it has not one voice. Unity must be earned. Or have we still not learned?
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