Re: Text: Sam A/Cris M
[After a few hours, knowing she's probably asleep and he's still awake, he locks to her on the journals. He sits there for a while, not knowing it's going through, doodling—mostly stuff like lines, some abstract shapes that if you squint at maybe you can make out familiar surroundings in Cris' room, including that queen piece.
Eventually, he types.] Okay, amor, I been looking, but you'd prolly be better at this. They gotta Klimt piece/exhibit at the Neue Galerie and another at the Met. Same [...] collection. Same [...] subject? I dunno how you put it. She's clothed. [Haha.] Course there are a tonna other places down in the same area. Maybe you wanna look at sculpture? I dunno. There's the Bronx Museum of the Arts. I been there I dunno how many times on field trips, but they always got new stuff. [Um.] Or, we wanna get real daring, there's this place that I'd stick out in like a sore thumb, but you might like, called Last Rites Gallery. It doubles as a tattoo parlor and [...] theater and looks kinda creepy. Maybe I go UC, huh? Artist's choice, nena. You call me whenever you get up. I can't seem to fall asleep anyway.