Redistribute your creative labor, material, and resources to build solidarity with
those whose immediate situations are more urgent, instead of to billionaires who ultimately don't give a shit about any of us.
Tolstoy, for instance, is an epic writer,
whose books overflow with physical details and frequently threaten to overflow their own narrative structures and become as vast and as inconclusive as life itself, while Dostoevsky is a dramatic writer,
whose books are full of fraught and urgent voices, at times almost disembodied, trapped in
situations of
immediate and pressing crisis, and surrounded by a physical world usually having no more substance than a collection of painted canvasses or pasteboard silhouettes at the back of the stage.