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S: | Ah fresh air |
A: | Oh look isn't that pretty |
S: | Another ingredient ? |
P: | Kinda. Do you remember as a child how you would find shards of pottery in the ground which became your treasure? |
S: | Yes |
P: | They were valueless like the sea shells you would collect from the beach but of which you would be fearlessly protective. |
A: | And fallen leaves and lost feathers |
P: | And while we have moved beyond shells and feathers as currency, they were among our first experiences of finding beauty in the inconsequential and valueless. |
S: | It was a simple formal beauty |
P: | An unmediated aesthetic of which part was the curiosity of strangeness, but an aesthetic experience nonetheless |
A: | Look another one |