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Perhaps he didn’t have to profess his love every time someone came around and made him feel less unhappy than he had been previously.
Art, if you loved it, was worth any amount of unhappiness and pain. If you had to hurt someone to achieve those ends, so be it. If the outcome was beautiful enough, strange enough, memorable enough, it did not matter. It was worth it.
Conventional lives are the perfect refuge if you are a terrible artist.”
Was this how trauma worked? she wondered. Those closest to it remained dumbfounded by the fact that those who weren’t present could derive meaning from it?
