every time i feel a sensation or emotion that i can articulate precisely, whether it takes me a long time or a short time to do it, i ask myself;

1- do my people make art for that?
2- do my people make goods for that?
3- are they the same thing?

i am too young to know entirely who 'my people' are, but i've definitely encountered a few of them. love to the ones who, living or dead or not yet born, whether we've ever met or not; the ones, who, absolutely doubtless: know who they are.