Ah. I wish i had a little shop, selling art that i like. Not an online shop. Not a posh gallery, just a little shop full of art and a counter on which i can lean, talking with the customers.
When I was young, I used to go out at night, searching for… something. I never found it.
Now that I’m old, going out at night means walking down my driveway, dancing with the moon.
That’s where it was, all along.