The Forgotten Image
The seats in the lobby by the neurosciences hospital are plenty, but only few people occupy them at this hour. It is 4:45 eastern time, and the winter clouds had blocked the warm glow of the sunset which usually blankets any interior at this point. The glass…
A sculpture stands, a painting appears, a photograph is taken. We appreciate their beauty for a while and leave taking nothing, so we look for more. We wake, go to work, go home to do it all over again in the morning. Or perhaps we abandon the desk job to…