This afternoon, for three hours, two women in white lab-type coats emptied 70 ketchup bottles and quite a few ketchup packets onto a blue tarp in an empty fountain in Madison Square Park.
“Why did you do that?” I asked, anticipating some sort of long-winded artistic, pretentious explanation.
“Because we wanted to,” they answered, smiling and laughing, and disposed of the tomato-y corpse in a trash can.