Jacob Lawrence, "The Lovers," 1946
Jacob Lawrence, The Lovers (1946)
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February 20, 2004:

Brutality, destructiveness, viciousness.

The absoluteness of her judgments, scathing, without nuance or hope of reprieve, from the hapless Japanese tourists with their silly cameras to the way my sunglasses make me look like "a child molester."

Spent some effort trying to recall who she reminds me of. With sorrow for us both, I realize that it's me.