Late Last night/Early This morning: Took the time machine to the factory to see Andy Warhol. Andy was working with Mylar Balloons and playing a repeating Chopin’s Nocturne 2nd Movement in E flat for background noise.
As I hobbled in still nursing my sore ankle, Andy motions for me to sit down on a box he was bringing for me.
As I sat down without mentioning my injury, Andy Warhol stops to say to me, “Mony, I never fall apart, because I never fall together. Now how does this look? Too boxy?”
I smile and nod as Andy Warhol he tells me, “I think it all falls together nicely.”
So I say, “I couldn't agree more.”
(3-24-13)
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