Leaving the exhibition and its faint call for collective responsibility, I am reminded of a similar, more direct call by Fred Moten in an interview from 2013: ‘The coalition emerges out of your recognition that it’s fucked up for you, in the same way that we’ve already recognized that it’s fucked up for us. I don’t need your help. I just need you to recognize that this shit is killing you, too, however much more softly, you stupid motherfucker, you know?’ I, like Moten, long for a muddy solidarity grounded in recognition of our often involuntary complicity and shared vulnerability.