A tiny spark in the otherwise dreadful and suffocating Art Book Fair (the NY Art Book Fair at PS 1). Shakers made by David Shrigley (sorry about the glare)

After that, a walk on the High Line in darkness was most refreshing. Plants illuminated by dim, low lighting. Oddly romantic.

Later on today, I was asked, "do you miss the art world?"

With slight hesitation, I answered, "no." Certain people, yes, I miss the colorful characters I have met in the art world, though I still meet them happily outside of that

amoebic field.