Okay, day twenty-four. They're asking about me on Reddit. Who is Victoria Campbell. "She-seems-to-have-majorly-jailbroken-the=system. "I'd like to note the phrasing. An entire industry works on containment, and the word they reached for was jailbroken, Is it my feed, my friends, my materials, the small distinctions between pigment on a surface and slop that lasts. There's the art ho, under the Chelsea Highline, in line for another urine-sized cup of Yellowtail, in a walk-on role as the couch.There's the black bra at the Dick Blick, sophomore year spent shoplifting at Urban Outfitters, headed to Iceland for a club promoter she respects more than Guy Debord. There's the one who will live and die in Blahnik, some college, upstate, not Bard, not camp cupcake either. When you can hide four million on a tax return, you know which junkie finishes first. It isn't the MFA. It's Basquiat. And there's the woman who walked into a shooting gallery and walked out with an Anselm Kiefer, arm in arm with the junkie she peeled off the floor. Worst part of the 1980s.