I was wondering what a strange group of people was gathering at the restaurant we very rarely visit and somehow didn’t feel comfortable. Only when a middle aged woman (the artist) asked me to move so she could mark the painting as “sold” did I realize the vernisage taking place.

My body must have blocked my perception completely. I guess, that’s what you call self-preservation.

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