When you look at the art that has resonated with you most in your life, what you’re going to find are the maps that show you where you are, where you’re going, where you want to be and how to get there. 

That art that *shook you* in ways you couldn’t name? Those were *your* maps.

Because everyone I talk to is stuck somewhere in this wilderness, doing their best. I can’t guide them out, this shit is too deep. The work is finding their way back home to themselves.

I feel like a lot of Autistic artists have their pre-acceptance work, their breakthrough work, and their post acceptance work. After Yoshimi Wayne Coyne stops even pretending to be making ‘normal’ music. They go post-music weird.