The brief and wondrous life of a scene.
Some notes on being without a scene, the death of Austin, and why so many artists have no choice but political LARPing.
I tried—with very little success—to place a version of this piece. Asked everyone I knew. Got some initial bites from exciting places. Publications I never thought I’d be able to publish with. But the subject matter, however limply I engaged with it, is a real third-rail.
What you see below is a draft, and had the pitch been accepted anywhere, I think t…