You know who could fill a tumblr with tears?
Since I know I’m better at making people cry, I throw down the avant-garde gauntlet (which l plucked from a urinal covered in fur!) and invite Ms. Abramović to sit across from me, on the other side of my state-sponsored desk, gaze into my Mexican-Polish eyes for however long it takes, and see…who walks away…with the other’s…soul.
I would love to add hers to my collection.
The stakes are high, her jar is ready, and the link is here.