(staring at a digital screen, its patterns reflected in his eyes) Ugh! Can you stand this digital junk? This is merely noise dressed in light. Too much art is merely junk masquerading as meaningful structure. Besides, what's this sterile shimmer got to do with the blue earth?
Ellesha:
(tilting her head, a half-smile playing on her lips, like the shifting surface of water) I admit this drawing doesn't make much sense. And what usually occurs when that happens?
Andrei:
(without pause) People label such stuff "nonsensical junk."
Philyra:
(nodding in assent slowly) Isn't what we often do: tag things, place them into convenient categories, then forget them? Labeling things is a way to push other things aside in order to forget them.
Soo:
(slumping back in a thick sofa in exhaustion, half-smiling but half-perturbed) Generally, human attention is a miserly, limited thing; anything that fails to resonate immediately is rejected, cast out from the circle of our awareness. 99% of what perceive is soon thrown away and forgetten.
Ellesha:
(nodding slowly, drawing her facial muscles tight) Exactly.The irrelevant—the uncatalogued, the unnamed, the plankton of our thought—are placed in immense, silent graveyards. They are swallowed by deep code, entombed in cyber-oceans, or beached on the sterile shores of collective memories. Now, does this say something about environmental issues?
