[There’s a legend about a Chinese painter who was asked by the emperor to paint a landscape so pristine that the emperor can enter it. He didn’t do a good job, so the emperor was preparing to assassinate him. But because it was his painting, legend goes, he stepped inside and vanished, saving himself. I always loved that little allegory as an artist. Even when it is not enough for others, if it is enough for you, you can live inside it.]
∆ Ocean Vuong, from an interview with Zoë Hitzig in Prac Crit
The exhausted are exhausted because they sell the hours of their lives to survive their lives, then they use the hours they haven’t sold to get their lives ready for selling, and the hours after that to do the same for the other lives they love.
∆ Anne Boyer, The Undying: Pain, Vulnerability, Mortality, Medicine, Art, Time, Dreams, Data, Exhaustion, Cancer, and Care