"... is a picture art or just information? If the latter, then why, what are the parameters that would take you there? But, if the former, will you not eventually then come to the point where a picture may indeed be art but only in the sense that art is merely information?"
"But art is information," she said, frowning slightly as she slid a lock of hair into the clutches of a crimper.
"I said merely information. It goes without saying that nothing can't be anything without first being something."
Her toiletry came to a sudden halt as she stared at me in the mirror, a poorly defined remorse narrowing her eyes.
"Do you really hate me that much?"
