The Artist’s Capitalism Trap

I sat on a leather couch in a glass room, staring up at three faces I had just disappointed.

I had just turned down a major ad campaign, and my agents were not pleased. They called me into the agency headquarters straight after my freshman virtual reality programming class, as if I’d been caught cheating on a test, when all I had done was “no.”

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In the room, I tried to explain: the company had a history of disregarding the environment and had made racist remarks in the past.