I wonder sometimes if our current society expects us to over-explain and preemptively apologize for everything. Between trigger warnings and 500-word essays about our artistic intent before sharing a haiku…
“May contain fiction” or “Warning: Poetry Ahead” seems like adequate warnings for both concerns. Not everything you come across can or should be cozy comfort.
But I also come from an era where artistic expression was expected to regularly present challenging moments that forced you to think or to process your discomfiture. Or, failing that, avoidance of the art was entirely acceptable.
Oh, what do I know?



