Walking around in a room plastered by "art". Women and men dressed to the nines with a pretentious tone in their unsolicited commentary walk around with their chins up. After the sunflowers at the beginning, "starry night" was our last "coup de théâtre", because after that it's was just brown and green paint smeared on canvases by a man slowly melting into insanity. I drifted away to read about him, get to know his story. I was reprimanded for not admiring the "show". A show isn't a show if it doesn't teach you something.
YOU ARE READING
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RomanceA collection of stories, all in different formats, about life. There is no end goal, only truth, pain, lust, joy, sarcasm, irony and self awareness. Tread lightly as this story mentions some of my experience with SA. Good luck 🤞
