“Where’s the curator?”
The question could hardly be heard in the increasing din of the exclusively furnished back room. A seemingly endless queue of heterogeneous government personnel, committee coordinators, school officials, participating peers, personal assistants and even casual observers orbit in and out of the massive lobby for VIPs like the electrons of a nuclear atom fused into one big exciting occasion. Ironically, all the VIPs have already been out there in the auditorium a few hours ago. And a fewer than few peeps in to inquire if the restrooms are available for public use. Or should they just ask for the one in the Office of the Academy President instead?
“The Director is still out there on stage for the penultimate part of the lecture. Thirty minutes to an hour still, I thin
