Art Is Only Good
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here is the drawing about how i couldn't do 100 in November.

like every other thing in the world, it's meant to speak for itself, and like every other thing in the world, it has a context too massive to even begin describing.

i guess what you need to know, if you don't know these things [about me] already, is: pop music has saved my life ten zillion times. so has pop art. one time i was working in a job i really hated, in a place where i didn't want to be, inside a narrow stairwell, sweaty, carrying an armload of giant textbooks up 14 flights of stairs. [the elevator was broken.] somewhere in the building there was a tinny radio, and i heard Thom Yorke's voice. 'the best you can is good enough.'

for a long time i wanted to write a book called Good for the Dead. maybe i will still write it. the title comes from a... dream, visionary truth, whateverthefuck. a slogan that carved itself a home inside my mind: Art Is Only Good for the Dead.

as usual, it turns out that the universe is so much simpler. this isn't to say it makes it kinder or easier. it's just simpler.

i mean, right? -->