Then landed on a human desert that extended eons deep into non-soul, comfortably cushioned on exploitation of every sort, from thousands of images of naked women advertising services that carpet the streets for the delirious crowds - many accompanied by their children - to the sorry hopeful getting robbed at slot machines everywhere.
However, on the plane ride back to NY, I read most of a 100 page article by Robert Storr on Gerhard Richter (MoMA). I wasn't able to put it down once I started it and highly recommend it.
Luchy
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