“How does this make me react?”

The man came to the galleries and was stopped
by a toilet attendant. But he still wasn’t caught! so he continued
with the small art installation of himself (the man did,
that is; though the attendant
rested a broom against the wall and all hell
broke loose, the institutions
nearly swept away) which was him
going around art galleries as a small art installation
of himself; but I noticed
as I’m the framer. After studying him long
and concluding it short of longevity—as we couldn’t
kill him—it seemed
that he was conducting the most pointless act
only for himself, as he was just framed differently
each time, in each art gallery—seeing if people noticed
or cared; and if they were thrown off by
how he was existing he wouldn’t do anything
about it: it would mean nothing to him. Except
that he had been an art installation, and me
the framer (the toilet attendant was practicing
eye contact but I pretended
not to notice—that there was nothing to attend to
like the broom like your frown).