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I cannot always tell the stories. I don’t like to hurt people. I don’t like to hurt people with words. I don’t like to hurt people with my versions of things. I don’t like to keep things to myself. Some people can milk a thing in a way others seem to enjoy. I don’t want to milk a thing, especially not a mouse. Some people can take another’s tragedy and make it their own. Some people click their false wooden cherry treed teeth and some people let their top dentures hang down, mouths agape, lip, fake gums, double rows of teeth butting, lip.

some people can milk a thing is fifth in a series of works collaging distorted photographs I have taken of abandoned camps I drive past daily with ai generated images. They also reference things I have observed and felt in my life. I make these because I want to be a witness. I want others to see and feel something.