diff --git a/writing/post-self/ge-cast-fountain.html b/writing/post-self/ge-cast-fountain.html index 439479482..6a1fa9e39 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/ge-cast-fountain.html +++ b/writing/post-self/ge-cast-fountain.html @@ -910,9 +910,11 @@ Seeing the cool blue hues of the scene above the final pedestal brings an immedi Embarrassment. Frustration. Anger. Loneliness. All in equal measure.

NARRATOR 1 It makes you queasy. -The audience surrounding the pedestal gasps at something -“The instances aren’t the art, one of your friends mumbles, and you turn to them. They shrug. “I don’t think so at least. I don’t actually know what the art is.” -Someone from across the pedestal offers, “Maybe instances are the brush?”

+The audience surrounding the pedestal gasps at something

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FRIEND 1 +The instances aren’t the art. I don’t think so at least. I don’t actually know what the art is.

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FRIEND 2 +Maybe instances are the brush?

Laughter.

DEAR Instances the brush, emotion the paint.

@@ -920,13 +922,13 @@ Instances the brush, emotion the paint.

The voice is familiar by now, and you aren’t sure how you feel about that budding familiarity. Dear stands attentively nearby.

DEAR The art is the story behind it all. The art is…experiences?

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NARRATOR 1 -“Was that a question?” your friend asks.

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FRIEND 1 +Was that a question?

DEAR (bemused) I do not make art because I know why. If I knew why, I would not need to make art, then, would I?

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NARRATOR 1 -The friend laughs. “So you’re a romantic?”

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FRIEND 2 +So you’re a romantic?

DEAR (smugly) Perhaps you should watch the exhibit again.

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A card in your pocket, and a decision to make.