Cleavage

Summer in the City
Means cleavage, cleavage, cleavage
And I start to miss you, baby, sometimes
I've been staying up, and drinking, in a late night establishment
Telling strangers personal things.
- Regina Spektor

This song has been stuck in my head for over a week now, except the only line I actually knew was "Cleavage, cleavage...", which is not exactly something you can sing out loud on repeat. Its funny how your brain kinda just fills in the blanks when you crave to know something, no matter how far off the thought that you think of to fill it in may be. Some may say its lying or exaggerating but i kinda like to think of it as filling in the holes. Explaining something temporarily until you can learn more.

What made me want to learn more was an article about going to the MoMA to see Roy Lichtenstien's "Girl with Ball." This is a very fun painting and I recommend looking at it whenever you feel sad or wintery. - L


photo: http://www.nytimes.com/2007/07/27/arts/27moma.html?_r=1&oref=slogin