Dex and I went to the Biennale finally. Both of us brought along sets of unpleasant heaves.
Though we could barely concentrate on the artworks, we managed to murder the artworks.
We cruised the venues on foot and taking in the un-biennale objects to critique on whether
they were art. The hanging lights in shape of sweets on the tree. Are they Art? We managed
to not snap at each other enough to explode. We decided that realism is still the way to go.
