MONA LISA

It is good to get out of a museum, to be out and about among the hoi polloi.

I take a bus ride with students studying art, and hear umpteen stories about my real identity. The Leonardo guy is not liked much. Else, why would they make such erroneous assumptions about him? I just about tolerated him, though. His talent immortalized me, but he left his name tagged with me. Maybe they invent a smiley with my expression, but call it Vinci.

I want to enjoy life. There are so many replicas out there. They will never know it’s me.