sun

i didn't like the met. i could have spent weeks in there. i walked for five hours, rarely stopping, with the exception of chuck close and the guy kicking the can in harlem, and i still managed to miss a couple of things. and it's not even like the art sucked, it was just like, cluttered. thrown on the walls. i would have liked it more if they would have organized rooms not only by art period, but by artist as well. but it was a beautiful day, and eveyone hangs out on the massive steps of the metropolitan museum of art.

i saw central park, and it was even better than i imagined it to be. although it's sort of separated into chunks, because it's so massive. it doesn't really feel like one place, but a collective gathering of large parks consisting of different things. lakes and lawns and hoops and paths and trees and people, lots of people.

then the guggenheim. beautiful interior, of course. i'm only a fan of half of picasso's work, and i don't like el greco, the other guy. but family pitures was good. i've been taking and developing pictures as of late.

gabe and i walked through some ritzy neighborhood off of central park. people recycle their expensive out-dated furniture on the sidewalk.