I woke this morning with a thought that this would be a good day to visit the art museum. But my foot is still not ready, and …. the Pope.
Wondering though the rooms and corridors of a museum, one bathes in the illusion that all this matters. That art is important and valued in the world. The museum is there to make you feel that.
It’s not true, you have to remind yourself. It feels so good to believe it… but it’s not true.