I don’t see the point

There was a full size reproduction at the department store cafe I’d eat at when my mom brought me along for her shopping. I’d stare at it for 30 odd minutes while eating lunch because there was absolutely nothing else to do.

Many years later I saw Ferris Bueller and discovered it was an actual famous painting.

After my stint as a fry cook on Venus I checked this out in Chicago. Standing there, staring, I felt truly in touch with my moira. Great share, thanks!

I like big butts and I cannot lie