So, they might close.
I remember a time (long ago, in a decade far-far away) when my love-life revolved around the peeps I picked up New York Central Art Supply. Thanks to Photoshop, Painter, Illustrator, Quark, and inDesign, art supplies don’t sell as they used to—come to think of it, I wonder if lonely writers use the internet to hook up sexually with artist types these days, instead of trolling the art store. 0_0
Oh and sorry, the only Macbeth I give a shit about these days, is Agnes MacFayden’s