Jack:(glancing at the artworks on the walls) Any idea who this author is? I have never heard of this dude.Juanita:(with a dismissive wave of her hand, eyes drifting to the coffee menu) Hmm? Not really. Does it even matter? I suppose the author was just another ordinary soul—a literary dilettante lost in a sea of voices.Ella:(furrowing her brows) Judging from the artworks, I'm pretty sure he was male most of the time, but is that important?Jack:(politely smiling, curiosity flickering) Not truly, no. I merely had a flickering curiosity. A desire to peg the poet, I suppose.Ella:(walking through the exhibit, then speaking after a long pause) The language feels distinctly North American, late 20th century. (gesturing to a nearby pictorial poem) Some of this isn't half-bad.Juanita:(a sharp, dismissive smirk) ¡Ay Dios! Haven’t we had enough literary cowboys? Seems like they’re always riding into town!Shu:(in a low steady voice) Hold on. Before we pass judgment, let’s actually take a moment to see what's here more closely. (stepping closer, inviting them in)Juanita:(sighing) Okay, but patience isn't my forte… (rolling her eyes but scanning the art anyway)