“Look, the city is fine with you placing it outside, so long as you don’t mess too much with the view,” the gallerist haggled over the phone.
The artist stuck on the throwaway “look,” what with there being nothing for her to look at.
Oh, so now I’m responsible for the world, she wanted to argue, but revised her thinking to believe that was already true.
“The whole problem for me—well, not the problem—the whole thing,— It’s about the view,” she tried to string together an explanation but found description inadequate.
“Well, we’ll see,” the gallerist non-replied.
