can i just sit in this chair forever?

it's been a long day (as one of the series of long days) but i don't want it to end.

to my dear sister, i felt a tinge of envy when you were able to visit the new moma. but now i am really feeling left out with the dada exhibition. oh, how i remember that comm 2 paper on the dada movement that i researched and worked on with so much love. to see that urinal by duchamp that still gives shivers. how i wished i lived during that time and in all those places where it flourished.

the closest i got to duchamp was an unexpected find at the guggenheim (still one of those moments fiercely etched in my memory) of nude descending a staircase. for me it was like walking through quiapo on a hot afternoon and chancing upon, well, your long-lost love.

i need a drink.