It's called "Paella in the Bathroom"

1. eating paella in the bathroom of the pompidou centre, the national modern art museum of paris, one falls into a series of unavoidable analyses.

2. it is impossible to avoid being put through an assortment of assertments if you are eating paella in the bathroom of the pompidou modern art museum in paris.

3. strangers will look at you with conviction in their conclusions if you happen to be the one eating paella in the bathroom of the pompidou.

4. I was eating paella in the bathroom of the centre pompidou and could not help but being pushed and pulled through a series of critical thoughts. Coming from the Giacommetti, down the stairs, through the Chagall, one’s mind is necessarily operating on a certain analytical level.

5. It is a post-post-modern, neo-realist, no, hyper-realist, or surrealist, maybe, post-structuralist, anti-formalist, non-essentialist, super-constructionist, anti-disestablishment statement to eat paella in the bathroom of the pompidou centre.

6. the girl eating paella in the bathroom of the pompidou is a statement of necessity, a picture of humanity, beautiful in its simplicity. however, she becomes subject to the art-critics-for-the-day in the “gallery of piss and shit” on the fourth floor.

7. a girl in a gray dress sitting on the steel shelf hunched over the chrome sink eating saffron seafood paella in the bathroom of the pompidou centre, with a clear plastic fork, is a critique on the stark minimalist anti-formalist tendencies of her modern swiss predecessors.

8. the art-goers minds are forcefully attuned to modernity and the meaning of transubstantiality – they think: is there always a girl eating paella in the bathroom of the pompidou? does she symbolize humanity and the necessary, recapitulated by the very fact of me being here, in this bathroom, in this city, in the world? or is it a critique on luxury: she is wearing a polka-dot silk dress and eating saffron paella, for chrissakes. so exasperated by black stripes and blank canvases representing the beginning and end of the world, respectively, they think, with a grand inner sigh, that

9. this girl is much more real than the cobalt cloud of tempera.

10. this girl, eating paella in the bathroom of the pompidou, is real.