Ten.Two Thousand, Seven Hundred & Six
Somehow the morning moments have slipped away.
The fact that these umbrellas are still here is a symptom of a bigger problem.
A can of dog food.
It’s happening. Is it happening?
Today feels like soup.
“Supposedly in France.” “Yeah, the catacombs.” “$195?!”
No one likes the mandatory onsite policy, but instead of rethinking the requirement, you interpret it as people not wanting to be close to the work. I’m not sure that’s what it means.
I start to feel myself slip into silent agreement and then remind myself not to ignore the red flags.
And now, definitely not going to make her art show.
Wait, do we even have anything to do this weekend?
