MOMA
1.5.24
As I was sitting in the prime seat at MOMA in a room of Henri Matisse’s paper cut work (swimming pool?), a Little girl sat next to me. She was speaking a different language but from her tone I could tell she was bored and trying to signal to her parents let’s go. Then she faded into a humming and singing and her melody and tempo matched what was in my headphones at a very low level. I don’t know how to explain this moment of synchronicity. But there is Magic in every day life. I’ll take it as a moment of God saying hello to me.