There is something not right with either one of us.

Yesterday, which feels like today to me since there was no real night whenever we were flying across the atlantic ocean, anyways.

Yesterday, we visited the MoMA as a very last thing to do in New York before heading towards the airport.
It was hilarious to me. Not really the so-called art. I think many things in there are really good and deserve to be in a museum, but seriously, I am also able to get a purple nylon ribbon and put in on the wall. Or to put a blank piece of paper in a frame. Or hang a rope off the ceiling.
So whenever we were walking around, mom kept saying those things and I was actually smiling throughout the entire stay.

The fact is, either we were way too stupid and just didn’t get the art behind those “works” – or the other people are. Those who are fascinated by the nylon gummi band or the blank sheet.

In case we are right, the artists must laugh their asses off ;) since their two-minutes-needed-to-create-works are in the MoMA.

I am wondering if my sister first needs to die to ever possibly end up in a famous museum?