Heartbreaking Work
No, no, really… we think you’re great. We just adore you and… all of… this. We just need you to vacate this room, but we have a different one for you. We still totally love all your work, its just, if you could maybe go to a different space…. yea, it’s in the basement. Yea, just through that hall, down those stairs, through two offices and in the back. It’s a little dark and dusty, but we think you’d be perfect in it. Really.
This is a culture! We are the caretakers of a history. A history of those teaching each other, telling our stories, keeping alive our memories, our goals, our means. We have 13000 pieces of evidence that We exist. We don’t need your left overs or your favors – we did it ourselves. We are generous because we don’t know how else to be, not to have our names engraved in gold.
All our treasures condensed to the size of two tarps. Polemic, esoteric, exoteric, anarchistic, honest, deceiving, angry, humorous, curious, anthropologic, scholarly, juvenile, human, free.
Our artifacts are not lost. They are to be experienced, not to hold up dust. Our inspirations are not suppressed, we will collect more. This tearful goodbye will grow into a glorious welcome. Our collective, like a specter that will never finish its business, never leave, but regain its reality.
Fair well, true friend. This is the end of an era. But not the end of the story.
