ORIGINAL DECISION-ENGINE

Went for appetizers last night at Lucky’s by the harbor and got talked into a mixed drink that left me trying to sober up during a guided tour of the new exhibit at the ICAB. Modern art doesn’t make much sense to me even under the best of conditions, so it wasn’t my best hour of the week. So happy it’s Friday. Looking at these pictures now, I remember why walking along the seapoart at night always makes me feel like a damsel in a noir film. Dark archways, soft hums of traffic, yellow lampposts, deserted industrial parking lots.