A "trip" to MoMa

Napo set up a meeting with the Brazilian artist Bispo do Rosario at MoMa in New York City. He needed a first class "ciccerone" for his visit. But there was also an important purification ritual to be done before the great encounter. The "Bispo-purification" how Napo used to call it: all you could have for food during your meals was "milk", nothing else for one week. This was exactly how the artist did when he was in a mental institution, and told his disciples to do so. Napo had to follow the ammendment from the master. The other part was easy: an LSD. Bispo would be waiting for him at the front door at 1pm. Napo gets there so excited that... He actually wanders through the corridors and galleries, staring at each collection, so concentrated that he enters into the "acid dimension" immediatly. That would last for the next 8 hours. Swimming in the air, walking on the water, anything is possible? Actually not. But every sensation is. And that was his trip all about. Mouth wide open, people looking at that guy, staring at paintings, so concentrated? Is he a critic? He is tripping! Napo, where are you? Time to land... Yes, you need to drink some water. Alright, walk around, breath. Someone takes a picture of him! Why? Does he look that crazy? Maybe yes. His face's wrinkles were contracting in such a way that it seemed he wanted to say something but words wouldn't come out from his mouth. Where is Bispo???? Alright, get out of here. Napo got out of the museum and started walking into the subway station, but he got into the Rockefeller Center. So many lights that made him run away. It was too many spotlights in someone's trip already. No, he couldn't take the subway. He couldn't take control over his body anymore, he thought. After that, he didn't think twice, he just ran, scared. He saw a cab on 5th Avenue and jumped in it: "Please, take me to Lower East Side." Grabbed 15 dollars, firm, put his wallet back to the pocket.... On the way, Napo tried to remember everything that happened that afternoon from the purification to the meeting with Bispo do Rosario... some minutes later, quiet in the back seat : damned, he fooled me again!