The man in the black spandex pants said
he wanted to sell me some pretty pictures. Something about an art
dealer whose gallery was in a windowless van didn't seem right to me,
but I needed something to perk up my apartment's plain white walls,
so I climbed on in.
Inside the walls were covered with
paintings and photographs. From the ceiling hung a variety of kinetic
sculptures that swayed and clanged with every corner the van took.
The photograph of the city at night was too expensive so I bought a
little painting of a jellyfish swallowing a tricycle.
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