someone walked a piece out of the opening last night. just took it off the wall and left. not a small thing either, it was that collage I'd been sitting on for months, the one with the torn map and my brother's handwriting on it.

gallery owner is pissed and trying to track them down. i don't know how to feel. like obviously that's theft and it sucks and it's a loss. but also some part of me is weirdly flattered? someone wanted it badly enough to just take it. that's a kind of relationship with a piece i guess.

mostly i'm just tired. spent all week anxious about the show and then this happens and it's so absurd i can't even land on a real emotion about it.