There is a line in the 2014 post-apocalyptic novel Station Eleven, “To the monsters, we’re the monsters,” and I can’t get it out of my head. I’ve tried to metabolize it with making art, talking about it with friends, saying it under my breath when watching the news or listening to politicians politicize. I listen to influencers demonize empathy and whil…
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