Alexandra Villarreal

Please don’t invite me to a restaurant with three Michelin stars and make me try the latest amuse-bouche that’s fancy celery. I will meet you at Starbucks (don’t even ask about your pretentious local brew), but you’ll probably make me regret the three dollars I spend on hot chocolate by mocking my drink choice.

I don’t want to love, but I also don’t want to be alone. I know exactly whom I want to cradle me — a ghost from my past — but we haven’t talked in forever now.

These artists live and breathe to provide their audiences with moments — moments to reflect, to think, to feel. Moments we don’t get every day with our faces buried in laptops or our eyes glued to television sets. They give us moments that remind us of our humanity.

Somehow, “making love” has been replaced by “getting laid.”