Ella: Is something supposed to be happening here?
Shu: Well, since the author is dead you'll have to decide.
What do you see happening?
Ella: Nothing much. Just pixels on a screen.
Shu: Then nothing much is happening.
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the hands of countless artists create us gradually o'er time we begin as empty canvases in a universe uh colors 'n gain textures as events rub across our lines some of us learn how to change our patterns as creativity surges most of us are stuck in gridlock and lack courage or verve
