Pungency - an art work and poem by T Newfields
Aiko:   (raising her eyebrows) Any idea what's going on here?
Cindy:   Perhaps simply a celebration of nonsense. Isn't most joy incomprehensible?
Don:   For sure. And isn't rapture actually the anaesthesia of the intellect?
Bai-Luo:   Indeed, there's something absurd about all ecstasy.