I often think about the Raft of the Medusa; the people on that crummy raft that were left behind. Gericault embraced death throughout the making of that painting - with piles of arms and cadaver's heads deteriorating in the studio. Sometimes you're like the people on that shitty raft facing the darkest aspects of yourselves as you peer into the "wine dark sea". Sometimes you're the rescuers refusing to help them.

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