Lou nods, looking thoughtful as he contemplates what that sort of art might look like. It sounds very cool. It makes him feel more than a little wistful for the days when he was still surrounded by other people who cared about—and made!—art.

"That sounds really awesome. Wish I'd known you back when I was researching and writing about liminals making art. Never met anyone else making stuff likes yours," he says, clearly impressed. He rubs the sleep from his eyes, curiosity perking him up a bit.

"So, did you make art before the, you know—" Lou does some vague wiggly fingers, trying to indicate 'magical powers'. "—and was it the same kind?"