"It was an island of sophistication in an urban wasteland. Artists repulsed 

by the commercialism of the entertainment industry felt comfortable there, artists

with no money were comfortable there, artists who wanted to live amongst

other artists felt comfortable there. But all good things come to an end, often a 

sad angry miserable end. The cause for such an end can usually be whittled down to 

one of three things: money, sickness, love lost. Artists have always had an 

uncomfortable relationship with money. They need it, but are often 

repulsed by those who have it. For as long as there has been money, and

art, and people willing to spend money on art, communities initially set up

by artists have been overrun with people with money who want a taste of the 

artist's lifestyle, despite the fact that the reality of the lifestyle is far harder, 

lonelier, and more boring than can be imagined."

Bright Shiny Morning - James Frey

Be Back on October 9th,

neena noel