© Ruth Lopez
Hotel apple. Boston. October past. I come for a conference and then don't register. I buy myself a book necklace instead at the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum gift shop. Then wander through a park on the way back to the hotel. A few times I reach up to my neck and touch my new treasure. Books always reassure. I've missed the Sophie Calle exhibition by a week, but I've never been to the Gardner so my disappointment is tempered. I know Rose, I've done it again. I've arrived without going.