byChrisWhite – 2025
There is a phrase I’ve seen floating through the ether of late, carried on digital tides like driftwood refusing to float away. Always the artist, never the art. It lands softly at first, like an afterthought or maybe some half-remembered line from an old movie. But the more it repeats, the more it stings, until it settles in the soul like a splinter too deep to dig out.
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