Now there's art with some depth to it.
Takes me back, yet again, to the 18th arrondisement.
But now it's midnight in Albuquerque.
And the hotel is no Eden.
"Wherever she was, there was Eden." -- Mark Twain
Damn. Cornell. I saw my first Cornell at the Guggenheim in New York, when I was fourteen or so. I'd just read (and not completely understood) my first real novel, Ada, by Nabokov, and gotten the idea that books could be much more than just stories.
Cornell showed me that art was more than pictures.
I've always loved Cornell...