“Your pain whispers familiar.” “What is it about broken people that we recognize each other?” “We feel like home and whole people can never understand the pain layered under our skin. It’s too hard to explain it to them. They are exhausting.” Varian set the vinyl spinning, and we both watched the colors swirl like a star exploding. “And we become artists to share our pain with others like us, so we know we aren’t alone.”
