Spending ~60% of one’s income on rent is an honorable and Lindy thing for an artist to do. Living with others is a developmental milestone I never met; I am an untenable roommate. Being alone allows you to revel in your strange, peculiar, and poetically pathetic existence. It helps if, like me, you don’t mind being cucked in a precarious and underpaid position in the economy. I understand others do.
