The man in the black spandex pants said he wanted to sell me some pretty pictures. Something about an art dealer whose gallery was in a windowless van didn’t seem right to me, but I needed something to perk up my apartment’s plain white walls, so I climbed on in.
Inside the walls were covered with paintings and photographs. From the ceiling hung a variety of kinetic sculptures that swayed and clanged with every corner the van took. The photograph of the city at night was too expensive so I bought a little painting of a jellyfish swallowing a tricycle.