Call in the desert

At the spa, I pitied this very fat woman that was collapsing under the regime imposed by her trainer. Probably would have collapsed even without a trainer.  At some point I walk past her and she calls: Wait. Wait. Let me read.   Don't bother I said. It was the text on the T-shirt brought by my wife from Scottsdale. If a man speaks in a desert where no woman can hear is he still wrong?  

Collapse

I asked this old Russian civil engineer about the roof collapse in Riga. He answered - Capitalism! Now people use software to design.
He missed one more issue. This was a green roof.

Easy to notice

In 1976, without  money and alone in Paris, all I could afford was visiting galleries. In a window I saw three amazing paintings. At least  amazing by my taste. The figurative was back in a shocking way.  This is the guy I said. It was Bacon. Yesterday a triptic of his beat all records.  Irony of ironies - representing his friend and competitor, Freud.