piece. It was June 1977. We drove up to the Galleria Comunale d’Arte Moderna ten days early, on our last drop of gas. We parked in front and went to talk to the museum director about a place to stay. (We could always sleep in the van, but sometimes it was nice to have bathroom facilities.) He said we could bunk in their janitor’s closet. Perfect. We set to work on planning our performance. The result was Imponderabilia
