That wonder was perched on the back wall of a dusty garage, ripe with the funk of mildew. No other art was visible anywhere. That seemed like a clear signal.
But the view elsewhere, from a blue room with three walls of windows, trumped that extraordinary and unexpected attempt by the universe to play with my affections. In the end, I was won over by a small wooden bridge across private marshes, leading to walls of trees and the faint ruins of trails unused for years.
It’s like an alternate version of the unicorn on the grid that Nicole has. Weird. So did you find your new spot? I expect an email soon with details.