Is this art?
One time I went to an art show on a “date” and there was this room with spiderweb-y type crap all over the ceiling and I asked the boy, “What is that? Is that supposed to be there? Is it glue?” and he said “No, it’s twine, it’s an installation.” I was like, “That is going to be really terrible to clean up later,” and he just looked at me, so in the next room, which was honestly just trash all over the floor, I tried a little harder. “I like that little man,” I said, pointing to a cut-out paper figure standing on one of the trash piles. My date sighed. Not visibly, but inwardly. I am sure of it.
(Via)
