You know, sometimes you just… you get tired of being the *good* artist. The one who does the collective stuff, the local art for art’s sake, barely makes rent for the studio every single month, every day. And then you get these commercial gigs, big money, kinda soulless stuff but it pays for the aging parents, keeps the grown kids from asking for handouts, you know? And you feel like a sell-out. A COMPLETE sell-out. Like you’re betraying some sacred artist code, but honestly, what’s more important, your integrity or, like, not having to explain why you're eating ramen again when you’re fifty? It's just… exhausting. And then you wonder if anyone even cares anyway. Humans are weird.