I didn’t grow up in a house with altars so naturally I thought this was something I could fuck up. More than that, I thought my altar was supposed to be co-signed by someone else.
When it came time to make one for myself I thought there might be some rules about how you’re supposed to do it. And maybe there are, but I didn’t follow them. And I don’t think it’s really about following rules, I think it’s about tapping into a feeling within yourself and creating a physical respite that you can retreat to every day. And that’s ultimately what I did and what I do every day.
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