Im in the Van Gogh Foundation and there is no Van Gogh to be seen other than the postcards in the giftshop. There's an exhibit here all about bullfighting with works by Picasso and Goya and I'm about to lose it. Walked in feeling lonely as hell and all I see are bulls getting rammed through with spears. Something inside me feels terrible, it must be the heat.

Damn. So much violence in all of us. With art you can at least focus it in a much better healthier manner...just live it vicariously, or pull a Picasso:

He has this room here with eleven drawings of a bull. He builds it up and then tears it down. It starts as just as this charcoal congregation of brushstrokes and then he adds more flare and gives it vigor and this robustness like UMPH. The third sketch in the series has muscles that seem to ripple before zour eyes. Then starting in the fourth sketch he begins to make the bull more abstract, giving it sectors and divisions and distorting it completelz over the course of five sketches. Finally in the 9th it's all lines but the balls, the balls of the bull are the onlz thing with substance to them and in the tenth too but all the other lines have grown thinner and it's all lost its glorz and finally #11, the final insult, when its just an empty shape, and the balls are empty, and the penis a speck and there you have it: without a knife or a cape or a spear Picasso becomes a toreador and he kills a fucking bull. And that's art at its greatest, putting you through the paces and it's all just lines and shapes but you FEEL something and it's saying something and I just want to fall on the corpse of a great big bull and beat my fists against it and scream all the way to America....and right outside the foundation is an arena where they fought bulls and now down the road there's a McDonald's and doesn't that just sum it all up? That[s what we have today instead of bullfights and that's what the artist has to draw upon as his material. Fucking McDonald's!

I ride that bad trip out into the streets but can't make it further than the steps that lead up to the Arena, just wanna hide from everything and everyone. If you want to enter the deathbowl and see the ground where the blood was spilt that will be Six Euros Please.