I was at the Guggenheim Museum, standing against the wall of a high rung on the spiral. Anyone can easily slip over the edge of that wall and fall to their death on the rotunda. To my knowledge, this has never happened. A man moves toward me from the far wall, where the paintings are hung. He’s tall with a warm face, and he’s…
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