James Joyce called attention to our “epiphanies,” but some of us live through days upon days filled with epiphanies and storms and wild hopes and dullness . . . Et “Quand c’est fini, N-i, ni, ni, Ça recommence” (Léo Ferré). Which leads to a poem overlaid on a drawing, and accompanied by another drawing, done in the café of the Rubin Museum. Vita longa, ars brevis?