Most people in museums spend twice as long looking at labels as looking at art. Where did I read that? You think: how sad for the Modiglianis. But I like explanations sometimes more than the things themselves. Like: my mother sent my brother off to college with houseplants and after one semester, when we visited his dorm room, what was left were pots of dirt balanced on windowsills and labels he'd stuck in each saying, "plant." Or that former boyfriend from Toronto. What I liked best wasn't him but the sign in his otherwise empty freezer: "Scale model of Canada's frozen tundra to make Dave feel more at home."
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