As a Spring Friday afternoon unspools, no one is thinking about the internet or comic books, but rather the most primary and wonderful thoughts of all, and this Craig’s list posting about a missed connection at the R. Crumb exhibit at the Society of Illustrators, says it all. Hit the link for the WHOLE story:
The gallery was small – there were maybe eight people inside. Perhaps it was reading Crumb’s comics, full of sex and longing and self-deprecating self-analysis. Perhaps it was the simple novelty of a cute girl alone in a Crumb gallery show on a Wednesday afternoon (there were a few couples, and a few single males). Perhaps it was all in my head. But as I moved about the gallery, she moved about the gallery, one or two drawings behind me. On several occasions, we stood near to one another.