Not because art is a hobby, or a luxury, or a break from reality, but because art feels like evidence to me. Evidence that something inside the human brain is still reaching, still rearranging itself, still trying to feel. But when we encounter art — real art — we are momentarily removed from the demand to react. What makes journalism different from almost any other profession is that it cannot be done on muscle memory. I want to devote my life to this — to art, to journalism, to the careful act of witnessing.