imagination
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I’ve never been on a plane. I have never left New York City. but I’m always imagining what it’s like up there, to be on your way somewhere new. often I think the sky is trying to tell me something: about where I could go, or what might be waiting if I did. sometimes I…
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the only place an artist really exists (and can forever) is in the imagination of other people. you exist there the way they want you to. of course, other people never want exactly what you want, and see things the way they do. (though secretly i wish for someone to see me exactly as i…
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