holdingtheflare

     I want a cow. No, I need a cow–how can there not be any cow pictures? Cows are the unspoken royalty of animal art: silent, majestic presences loping across grassy pastures with that clunky, rolling bovine gait. And yet there isn't a single cow here.      I shuffle through the musty aisles, overturning painting after painting to expose the works beneath. The paintings coughed up little clouds of dust; soon the air was turbulent with particles that swished in lazy swirls through the air. The dim shafts of fluorescent light are milky with specks; they slip down my bangs (the ends are split and scratching my eyelids; I really do need