I was told that on the night of October 2 1968, Marcel Duchamp, after an evening with Man Ray, died in his bathroom.
Unable to ignore the significance of the plumbing, my friend Antoine, with tremendous foresight, removed the significant tap from the fateful scene.
By dint of happenstance many years later he came to realize that I, the opportunist, was the true & rightful heir.
If you place import to the relic, the trace, the fingernail clipping of the saint, there is no end to it.
The true toothbrush, the onion ring that slipped to the floor unobserved, the lingering odour.
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