“Gregory sits alone at the bar. He glances briefly at the way in which the dim lamps reflect their light off the surface of his scotch. Tadeusz would still be content to stare at such patterns for hours, but Gregory can’t anymore. No, Gregory feels he can’t keep up with time these days. He glances around the bar for some other thing to look at. If his eyes happen to rest upon anything else all night, he doesn’t notice.”
2007. Ink on paper. 5.5 x 3.75 in.