Yeah, Kandinsky, vastly, Kandinsky as in vain.
Remind me who exactly this guy is again.
He's a European abstract painter, right?
He did all the awesome paintings, a lot of colors.
So why do you want to see him?
Honestly, my therapist is obsessed with him.
She's got him everywhere in her office.
And I'm like, so you're a little bit obsessed with her.
I like her and she helps me with my mom, but she's obsessed with
Kinski and now you have to be obsessed, right?
It's like, OK, well, let's say you're a rational person.
You have a degree in physics and are completing a phd in chemical
You're enjoying a quiet evening at home, poring over some
recent academic publications you've been meaning to read
you consider grading some papers for the class that you're
teaching this semester.
But instead decide to take a bit of a mental break and click
on your Tinder profile.
You're happy to be single.
It's a choice as you drink a cup of organic herbal tea and breezily
sweat left you smile to yourself at how above it all you feel
you're comfortable confident you recognize in yourself
an ability to let go a serenity.
And then you run into a photo of your ex-girlfriend Tanya.
She's smiling a smile that will never be bestowed on you again
She's wearing a bikini one that you bought for her during a
romantic trip to Oaxaca and displays a body.
You will never touch again.
In yet another photo, she relaxes with a glass of wine in front
of her bookshelf filled with and, and showcasing a brain you
will never get to fuck with again.
You whimper at the thought you go through your closet and find
The one that contains all the memories.
You find letters, pictures, mix C DS all from Tanya.
You read them, you weep as you do.
You call friends you have in common.
You try to find her on social media, you drink some tequila
and draft an email to her that you tell yourself you will never
send little bit, but then you send it, you decide to go get some
air and just so happen to walk past her apartment.
You remember that your sister's juicer is broken and decide
to ask to borrow hers.
You ring her doorbell several times and no one answers.
Desperate to see her.
You climb the fire escape and break in the super of the building
who has recently developed an obsession with tap dancing
Hears your footsteps upstairs intermingled with her tap
steps and gets angry at the interruption.
You sneak around the house desperate for news of her and then
you discover that Tanya is now a self described thrower kind
of Thrones and is away at a game of Thrones convention.
You wonder what have you missed out on?
Does she even miss you?
Is she still single?
You sit in the stairwell staring into space as a super comes
upstairs to complain about the noise.
But the only word you repeat over and over and over again is
Yeah, it's like, right.
I feel like you heard.
Maybe you didn't listen.
You know what I mean?
Well, we're kind of all right, we'll just figure we'll figure
I agree to disagree.
Is the museum open today?
It's not open on Tuesday.
Should we go to second brunch?