I’m back in Dayton, OH once more, and I’m thanking every god that’s ever been thought to exist that it’s only for the weekend. For me Dayton represents the most oppressive years of my life up to this point, both artistically and intellectually. I’ve always viewed Dayton as a a trap for lives and dreams. People rarely make it out of this place, and I hate that fact because I see so much potential in the youth of this dying city. The evidence of Dayton giving up on itself is so blatant, you find it in most families here. I have an aunt who paints beautiful landscapes, once she told me that when she was a girl she had Parisian dreams…she’s never been farther then Louisville.
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