I refuse to discuss and critique it how people like to, because it is not a piece of art. There was no intention on our parts to end up that way, stuck forever in a moment of great distress. And people think time gives them the right to switch up the lens, to romanticize a thing and make up meaning from it. But no matter how much time passes, one year or forty-five, it will always hurt to hear people—brilliant people, people who I like and support!—describe this moment of that night as fascinating or political or inspiring or provocative.
