the world is a piece of bread

 I go to the art museum to wander.  With fully charged headphones and many downloaded albums I am ready to step slowly between mostly empty rooms and pretend this moment is a movie.  But on this trip, I am routinely thwarted. Each staff member says "hello! how are you?" as soon as I enter a room. Like store attendants waiting to pounce. Who allowed this? What are you trying to sell me? I've already bought a ticket!  But I digress.  This does not stop me from my many hours of meandering.  A special Japanese printmaking exhibit still inhabits my mind.    The first thing I love about art museums is prints like this.  Titled Rain B, made in 1954, the colors and angles were interesting on their own but upon learning that it represents rain a small exclamation mark popped off in my head. That is was watching rain looks like!! The raindrops bounce and ping and everything is blue-y green-y geometic-y. Suddenly I feel deeply connected to Chizuko Yoshida (who was 29 or 30 when she