October 16, 2017
Your studied minimalism bores me. Your dark wood side table on which is situated a lone white porcelain bowl containing exactly three green apples that you assure me are real bores me. I feel bad for saying that, hoping the table and bowl and apples don't take offense, because it's not they who bore me but the pose into which you've forced them. The black and white 8x11 photos on your "linen"-painted walls, of Paris and Prague, neither of which you've been to, whisper to me, "We apologize for the display. We're embarrassed to be here. Please don't hate us."