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title: "The Met Museum"
date: "2019-01-17"
cover: /blog/the-met-museum-e98a2e38ccb8.jpg
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"It looks like a drunk man peed paint on a canvass and then tried to paint over it." Jessica declared.

I stared up at the painting from the bench. The painting was a huge mess of paint that sang a harmony of balance.

"How's the high?" Jessica asked, "It's..." I felt like I had so much energy yet no motivation to use any of it. "It's good."

"You've really never done weed before?"

I stared at the painting for a few seconds before replying, "There's a first for everything, Jessica."

"I guess that's right. What do you think of the painting?"

"It's beautiful... How can something so messy be so complete and harmonious?"

"I gave you a quarter brownie, are you okay?"

"It's not the weed. It's... It's just so beautiful..."

I examined every single corner, stroke, and color of the painting. "Maybe... messiness is part of beauty... Nothing beautiful is perfect - everything beautiful is fucked up just a tiny bit..."

"so maybe the perfect thing is the most fucked up thing you can imagine..." Jessica finished.
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