"The Last Supper" was made with paint that corrodes... and it keeps chipping away... and chipping away... and there is nothing anyone can do about it,
she said.
Chalk art on the side of the streets waiting to be washed away when night falls and the audience leaves.
Live art, Heraclitus would say. Changing into different forms.
Even the Mona Lisa ages.
The Romans long understood ephemeral beauty,
and yet they seeked immortality.
Absurd, mumbles Sartre in his grave.
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