Home…made, home…made. Like what does that even mean any­more? Literally every­thing is home­made now that we’ve been impris­oned there. Even my sis­ter. She’s a lawyer. She’s basi­cal­ly prac­tic­ing law in a home­made court­room while rid­ing an under-desk ellip­ti­cal. If only an artist with a lot of fore­sight did their 2017 MFA the­sis show about this exact top­ic. Oh yeah. I did that.