Being and Nothingness

I think about the excesses of being an American in the 20th century quite often, imagining that I could probably live without all that stuff, but telling myself that there's no way, in the midst of all this, that it would even be possible to try. But this woman in DC has done it. I mean, sure, at the end of it she gets to go back to the comfortable life. But still...it's not like I'm the one with the balls to do it.

I guess that's what makes her an artist.

For some reason I can't quite articulate yet, I'm really grateful to her for doing it.