|No idea who that is.|
In the morning I did other things - eating tomatoes, swimming in the sea, going to the library...
|Researching and comparing assorted beasts.|
I also visited a Laurie Anderson exhibition which was humbling and beautiful and inspiring. It was set in a few very dark rooms in such a way that once could have easily missed parts - at one point I walked into an unmarked elevator, and when the doors opened again I looked out into a dark space, and then an empty office chair rumbled past on rails.
The last room, around a corner, was almost empty, except for what looked like a tiny hologram of Laurie Anderson, sitting in an armchair, telling a story.
I was alone in that room, the first visitor of the morning, and I crouched down on my hands and knees to look her in the face, and listen.