“Excuse me?” said the security guard. “You’re standing too close to the art.”
“Okay,” I said, straightening immediately. “Yes, sorry ma’am, sorry.”
Touch me, the painting said.
OH GOD YES IT’S AMAZING
[I’m a terrible person - don’t touch fine art. I mean, unless you’re supposed to or something. I mean if you’re at like, the Whitney I’m sure there’s something you can touch, probably. Unless not. I NEVER SAID I WAS A ROLE MODEL]
