Sally K. Scopa
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It was one of those days with the rain off the river.
The mist accumulated in your hair so that when you went to swipe it back, I got the droplets in my face. We were walking, but with the water down our noses it felt like swimming, like we were doing laps. You were a faster swimmer than I was.
The cars on the highway sounded like waves.
You could smell the rain from here, the water on the window, people going by in heavy coats and windbreakers and inside-out umbrellas. You said wouldn’t it be a great idea to invent one that could be blown inside-out and still work. I said that was your million-dollar idea. You put your feet up on the table and said, billions.
Inside, we hung our clothes up just everywhere, over desks, on the top of lamps, off the edges of bookshelves. They were too damp to drip, everything just soaked into the wood.
At times, the creations are pleasantly surprising, yet often the assembled objects confuse viewers by communicating apparently inconsistent messages.
Inside the hollowed shell of the Fogg Art Museum a 350-million-dollar transformation is underway.
The film, graced with an original premise, a talented and well-cast group of actors, and a clever, well-paced script manages to be ironically funny, genuinely touching, and disturbing all at once.
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Visitors to the yard on April 18 may be surprised to encounter billowing folds of saffron fabric and monks offering ...