New York City, August 29, 2012
★★★★★ The blue. The blue! There it was: a pure color field, simultaneously flat and as deep as the universe. Massed leaves in the treetops on Chrystie Street, stolidly lit and shaded and dimensional, stood against the flawless immateriality of it. Perspective faltered; the stairway going upward lost its way and pivoted into Escher space. Later there would be a few tiny flecks of stupid, stupid clouds, intrusions on the empty dome. Ridiculous.