Some things don’t get old. Like when the protag throws or fires some shit, and the antag, realizing ain’t a scratch on them cackles and spurts, “You missed!” But then the projectile hits something unexpected and weighty that comes straight crashing down on the antag, and the motherfucking protag all triumphant like, “I never miss.” You know that shit? I love that shit.
I mean that love it when it’s well done. You can outgrow box mix brownies topped with discount ice cream, but don’t never say no to a perfectly baked 5 nut brownie with a melting scoop of champagne custard dripping into the cracks. It stays fresh when it’s kept fresh. And that little narrative standard keeps renewing itself because it offers us an opportunity to rehearse the importance of the following: Aim True.
And I don’t want to dictate. I mean, I wanna, but I’m trying to stay in my role here. So I’m advancing this, I’m suggesting this to whomever is out there incensed at the results of our latest elections, anyone who’s made a pledge to make art against the regime: Aim carefully, homie. Don’t confuse a target with the goal. Don’t confuse a hit with a victory.
I’ve seen attempt after attempt after attempt hit the poor folk, trans folk, disabled folk, all kinda folk that don’t need the heat or the pain getting scalded on the splatters while the high horsed continue to pour magma down the throat of a demagogue that’s always used it for sustenance, while the wretched suckas that set the stage for the demagoguery stay well off to the side, their lily-white attires still gleaming except for the occasional occurrence of late afternoon shade.
If you want justice, in whose behalf are you asking? Which voices do you want amplified, and which silenced? What is this world you are fighting for? I am pleading for only this: when you raise your arm please keep your eyes open, keep your brothers and sisters in your heart, and aim true.
Sebastien Boncy is from Haiti lives in Texas makes photographs, eats too much, and loves most of you. Follow Sebastien at