An Old Guy With A Lot Of Time To Think; A Reflection On Regret, Youth, And The Words We Did Not Understand When We Said Them
There was a time… Back when I was 17 or 18, I was dating a girl I really liked. We had a lot of fun together. We spent time at a cabin in Warrenton, Virginia, and one really memorable night at a wild house in Arlington, Virginia. When we walked in, there was a shopping cart hanging upside down from a tree near the front door. Next to it was a sign that said: “What is art?” Garbage was scattered all over the ground underneath it — the empty remnants of whatever had been in the cart before someone turned the cart itself into the sculpture. I literally just realized tonight, 40 years later, that the “artist” had dumped out the contents and hung the cart as the statement. The cart was empty. The contents were scattered. Consumption had happened, and what was left was lying there underneath it. It still makes me laugh. What do you think the statement was? That same night in Arlington, we snuggled up together in a sleeping bag like we had done in Warrenton. We were on the floor, wra...