thoughtless sounds

"Cherry blossoms?" Haze frowned, stepping toe outside her usual area of expertise and finding quite the conundrum indeed. "But those are such short-lived blooms. How could you ever find enough to use in every performance of your poetry?"

"Well," replied Dunban, considering, "I could pick them up."

"And what would you read while you did that?"

"People's t-shirts, I imagine."

"Sticky, crumpled receipts off the floor," Haze agreed. "It doesn't sound very beautiful..."

Neither was mood lighting, were careless recreational stimulants. An individualist's perspective, had Dunban.

"Such is the nature of trying to preserve beauty, in such a harsh world."