We’re artists. The world seems terrible. We don’t want to be stuck in an open plan office. We want to hide and produce art. But what if escape, rebellion, and disillusionment have been co-opted by the system for its own purpose?
I Write What I Like
We’re artists. The world seems terrible. We don’t want to be stuck in an open plan office. We want to hide and produce art. But what if escape, rebellion, and disillusionment have been co-opted by the system for its own purpose?
