an insurance adjuster in sacramento in 1975 driving home at the end of a disappointing day. wearing a light green suit.
sitting next to me at a french restaurant in queens. first the voice then it comes clear. one night. in october. how does that happen.
with an open bottle of wine sitting canalside on a summer's night in venice. hot off the water. watching the boats go by. good bread and isnardi oil. talking talking talking as the wine takes hold.
at a warehouse somehwere in williamsburg late at night in 1999. where.
the new gallery. paris. 1958. the work's shit anyway.
waiting. anxious. awkward. backward. the shivers. the darkness. the collapsing of it all.
yes.
the emptiest of feelings.
yes.
the emptiest of feelings.
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