Blue, White 2 by M.K. Hajdin
I feel like I’m being more true to myself by being essentially worthless in this society.
Me too, Tyler.
Artists are basically worthless to society; there are too many of us, and we produce luxury items that no one really needs in a world with too much luxury for too few. Disabled people are considered worthless because they can’t slave away to make our corporate overlords even richer. So being a disabled artist entails double the worthlessness.
But the society we live in is so sick, and its priorities so twisted, that I would hate myself if it ever embraced me, for then I would know I’d gone wrong.
I’m proud not to fit into this sick, sad world.
Exiled Stardust 