"You hate art?" Devon asks in a flat tone. "Yeah, it's just a bunch of rich snobs trying to pass off stacks of empty bean cans as some big statement on humanity," I say, waving my hands around. "That and all those pictures of imaginary apes people are selling for millions of dollars online when you can just right click and download the same shit. BLTs or whatever." "Pretty sure they're NFTs, but there's no telling with you," Devon says with a sigh.
