The Art of Seeing  

For a long time, now, I’ve been thinking of a story I heard about two men who visit the Museum ofModern Art, right in the heart of Manhattan. The island of concrete where there's not a trout streamfor hours and hours. Just a sea of humanity.
The first man is someone I've probably seen before during ...


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