im muse
August 1996

Walking the streets with Tom Murray the day before he flew to Atlanta to row in Olympics, we entered the lobby of the Guggenheim as I'd done so many times before; this time in the middle of a reception with nice jazz echoing in chamber and I've still never made it past the lobby and ground floor restroom, satisfied with the upward view of circling ramps and people looking down over the railings, themselves tired of the art on the walls.

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