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[Here is where the artist displays his prizes.]

[Behold his ribbons, his golden fleece, his scalps, a mounted bear, a scar on his ankle, the heads of his foes stacked neatly in descending order.]

[Art is a thing he wins.]

[The artist does not include the lifeless meals between each laurel berry. He burnt his toast, he refilled a prescription, he forgot his sweater, he noticed her lipstick matched the piping on a new handbag. He didn’t go to Norway.] 

[The artist only includes what he did on Friday and Saturday nights.]

[When he wasn’t waiting for you.]