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The Barkeep looks down sheepishly. “I know I said I lost my faith in art. Maybe I want it back. But hell if I know where to start.”

The Patron nods, empathetic. “I’ve been there. I used to feel it in live music, you know? It was rough, raw; I could go to a show and find transcendence. Then one day I just… stopped. Took me a while to get it back. It helped to accept that most of the time, there’s nothing special. The beauty is in showing up—you never know when it will be magic.”

“Wise words Confucius” she teases, gratitude occupying the silence. “Thing is, I don’t know what it is I’m looking for. Paintings, music, maybe film. It’s a mess.”

He leans in slightly, his tone gentle. “Then let’s make it simple. Right here, right now—what is it you want?”