Tuesday, May 18, 2004


After the movie ends, I go back to the box office to buy a pass.
I know the drill and wait as the clerk rattles the perfunctory questions. He takes my credit card and this is when I notice an unfinished drawing on a school notebook opened in front of him.
The head on the paper is dark and somber. It has huge, bulging eyes giving it an alien appearance. There is no smile, no real mouth. Just a thin straight line. The whole sketch depresses me. I look at the young clerk and can't help but asking if his drawing reflects his mood. A large smile. "No but I'm just so bored". Boredom as source of art.


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