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the night. They took down streetlights and signs to move it through. I went
with my friends to see it. We stood there at three in the morning, watching
this big, ugly rock cut through the city. Witnessing something.” I faced
Selma fully. “That’s what influences me, really. Creating an experience. A
relationship. I’ve been to the final installation, and it’s fine. But if I hadn’t
been there that morning, it would just be a rock.”
“Yes,” Selma said. “I get that.”
“Hey!” Mandy said, snapping her fingers and pointing at Selma as if she
was trying to remember something. “What did they call that house in
Westlake? The one with the sparkly shit in it?” She looked right at me.
“Who was that?”
Mandy needed to shut the fuck up.
“The Guerilla Arts Collective,” Selma said. “Geode House.”
“What did you think of that?” Mandy asked.
“Sounds like a waste of horseshit to me,” Mike said.
The check came. Logan picked it up and everyone reached for their
wallets.
“I’ve been looking for them for years.” Selma gulped her wine as if the
GAC drove her to drink. “I was there. It was absolutely stunning. A
statement on the value of human experience.”
She’d obviously read Tasha’s statement on our Twitter feed.
“On the unexpectedness and speed of inspiration.”
That—on the other hand—hadn’t been on any of Tasha’s Twitter
threads.
Mandy dug around her bag. “The demo guys gave out the rhinestones.”
“They did,” Selma added, tossing her credit card on the tray.
“Put it away,” Logan said. “I have this.”
“Thank you,” Selma said, unsnapping a little wallet pouch.
“I got a yellow one.” Mandy held an amber jewel in her palm. It was a
cheap, silver-backed glue-on gem that still sparkled in the candlelight.
Selma inspected it. “Interesting. Not a Swarovski.”
“Is yours?”
Mandy gave me a wide-eyed look, demanding I say something I
couldn’t. She was trying to help me, God bless her, but also fuck her
because the GAC was a secret, and if I was outed, we were all outed.
Selma found a blue stone in the pouch and held it out. A spike of epoxy
stuck to one side. “I called the man at the Swarovski buying office.”