Why Art.

Why Art..



I waited 30 secs. for something to happen – then realized nothing ever would.

Not sitting on a park bench or in a railway station, a briefcase not in my hand.

I did not own a trench coat or a hat.

I was not looking down at the pavement.

I didn’t smoke.


A group of men made music.

They had no instruments.

They did not sing.

They walked and talked on their cell phones.

It was bad music.