I’m in Barcelona, walking the streets, alone with my thoughts.
I’m on my way to see a gallery owner.
As I approach the door, I notice a few people left outside, not allowed in.
And I wonder:
Are we being judged by our color?
By who we’re with?
By how we’re dressed?
Or simply because we don’t fit their mold?
NO TO CENSORSHIP.
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