Two people sits on a grass patch. They don't know what they're doing there. All they know that they are there at that particular moment in time and space. That's all there is to it.
Person 1
What's the point of this field?
Person 2
I don't know... Art's sake? Because we can afford it? Because this is the only liberty that the school is able to offer us after all the bull that's been spouting these recent weeks?
Person 1
Or maybe there's no point at all to this field... What do you think?
Person 2
I don't know... I don't really enjoy this field.
Person 1
You don't?
Person 2
I don't...The grass is not made of plastic and its sticks up in my ass. It feels like I'm lying in a scrunchy.
Person 1
But still, it's nice to have a field to lie on. It's the nice that counts right?
Person 2
This nice isn't real.
Person 1
But it's still nice.
