The Hollow Virtuoso
ACT ONE: THE BET The gallery was in Chelsea, white walls, white floors, white ceiling, a space so aggressively sterile that it made you feel guilty for having a body -- a body with skin and blood and a heartbeat and a pulse and a history of having touched things, and the only thing in the room that was not white was the painting on the wall, which was a large abstract piece in shades of blue...
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