Art Fart

The last time I went to an art gallery, it was at Artspace (where we took you and there was that scary plastic bag thing). The show was basically a bunch of beautiful instruments inside of this massive dome. From what I remember of it, we were afraid to go and get free wine and I couldn't find the loo. Me and Sam stood around the dome for a bit and admired the instruments. Then we left. Art galleries make me feel odd, and actually I don't like art galleries that much at all now that I think of it. I prefer bookstores because books are like art to me. But I am going to this exhibition of lomo photography at Sam's uni which should be good. I'll let you know how it goes.