𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 || 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝟐

p.c. ~ majors

New York. Art Gallery.
Thursday, 1970.
09:32 a.m.

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"Beautiful, huh?" A man said.

"Sorry?" I said. "I said it's a beautiful painting." "Oh no, I think it's awful."

"Why's that?" "Oh well I think it's unpleasant too look at. I'm trying to understand the painting but I can't seem to." I said.

He nodded. "Right, you know now that's you've said that, I think it's unpleasant too." He said.

"I was just joking around. This painting is amazing. From afar it's abstract. But, close up you can understand what the painter was trying to paint." I said.

"Looks like you were just trying to agree with me."

He laughs, nervously. "Yeah..."

"It's alright. So, what art major do you take?" I asked. "How'd you know I was in college?" He asked. I pointed to his college sweater.

"Ah. Well, I take Language Arts. But, you know. I love all types of arts." He said. "And you?"

"I actually take cinematography but I also love all types of arts." I said. "So, you from around here or you just moved here for college?"

"I'm from Oklahoma. I didn't even think I'd end up going to college in New York." He said. "And you?"

"Born a New Yorker." I then check the time. "Oh shit."

"What?" "I've got to get to class. Maybe I'll see you here another day." I said, walking away. "I didn't get your name."

"Curtis. Ponyboy Curtis." He said.

"Right, I'll see you soon Curtis." I said and ran off.