He was doing his job: passing time watching people watch art. I wondered what that would be like, and how it made a difference that he was Sikh, that he wore a turban along with his museum guard uniform. So I wrote a fictionalized monologue from his point of view, based on the hour that I observed him.

My first day I had a difficult time putting the headset on over my turban. The metal band did not bend enough and my ear kept popping out from under the earpiece. Yes, I remember, I thought it was a huge problem. I even went and asked the curator what to do.

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