a piece of artwork left for display, left to the public, left for us to consume.
as we wandered past, I pointed it out with glee.
he barely shrugged and continued to speak, pontificate, glorify.
and I was less than enthused,
the art was removed the following day, Monday, the day of getting back to work, the day of business being accomplished, the day of cleaning up the weekend's mess.
and I witnessed it, and created proof of its existence, and it was a moment of solipism. and love for its maker.
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