I am studying the chess games of Bobby Fischer. It is like when I go alone to the Chicago Art Museum on Michigan Avenue. I don’t have a clue about art, yet I love it all the same and stand in awe of it.

There is something else about going to an art museum alone that I like. I see women with lonely haunted eyes wandering about by themselves. I have imagined they were as lonely as I was or had brokenhearts that seemed beyond repair. I have imagined being bold enough to ask them if they would like to get a cup of coffee with me in the museum cafeteria. We would have compared notes on love and life and art. I would have learned something from them.

The chessboard beside my computer is set to a position half way through one of Bobby’s games. A ghost moves the pieces.

Published in: on July 16, 2008 at 11:00 am  Leave a Comment  

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