Midway Through My Vasectomy, the Surgeon Said One Sentence That Told Me Something Was Very Wrong. – The Archivist

everyone looked small. They drifted across the polished concrete floor like carefully arranged pieces in a museum display, all clean lines and calculated elegance. Below me, pools of light illuminated canvases with pretentious titles – angry slashes of color, dripping geometry, thick oil paint laid on like wedding cake frosting.

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