psha.

- how did you like it?
- which one?
- the museum of modern art.
- oh, it was good... we spent several hours there.
- i could have spent an entire day there.
- i don't know... after a certain length of time, standing in front of art... walking around... art, proclaimed and recognized, staring so deliberately... after a while it becomes meaningless. all of it.
- really?
- i go numb... i daze out. it all blurs together.
- maybe you were tired. you're always tired.
- no, if anything i was too awake... wide awake.

.............

- i walked by your house the other night.
- what? when?
- i don't know. a little while ago.
- why didn't you stop by?
- it was late.
- how late... i would've been up...
- nah... it was really late.
- well, whatever.
- i thought about calling to see if you were awake, but i was pretty drunk. and paul was with me.
- oh.
- we were kind of stumbling home. i led us on to your street.
- haha. why?
- to show him.
- show him what?
- i think i said something like, "you see that house? that's where the most beautiful girl lives... right there." or something like that. it was stupid.
- that's funny.
- ... why is it funny?