Another day, another interview. Didn’t make a pig’s ear of it.
Lunchtime you stepped out to stroll a few blocks. Found yourself in the airy halls of the National Museum. Stood dwarfed by the skeleton of a mastodon. Barely shoulder-high to a prehistoric bison. Small hairless mammal that you are. Gave you some idea of how dogs and cats and temple macaques view lumbering us.
Stood also inches away from a canvas scored with thick slashes of colour by Vincent Van Gogh: Auvers — Rain. Green wheat fields beginning to show harvest hues. A crow at the centre of the picture just two intersecting stabs of black paint. Rain signified by a few top-to-bottom stripes in the foreground, vaguely slanted. The bars of a cage.
polished stone floors, vaulted ceilings