Thursday 14 November 2019

travelling notes (cxii)


There is an overwhelming sense of awkwardness flooding my whole body when I hear this strong American accent in which Van Gogh is explained to a group of tourists in Hawaiian shirts. The Metropolitan Museum of Art is about to explode inside my head with a million colours of an Impressionist painting. It takes a while to realise that it is my problem and my problem only, because the things which are said do make perfect sense in that unintentionally profound American way.