Just Talking

Dante sat down and started to ramble. Well, maybe not ramble. There was a meaning in what he was saying. Rose though wasn't quite sure if she understood what he was trying to tell her.

"Sorry I read a lot of physiology and philosophy books." he said. "Short version. Art doesn't come from the head it comes form the heart."
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"I guess my problem then is my heart isn't exactly into it. Not right now anyway. " Rose wasn't sure why she had just said that. She decided to change the subject for a moment. "Can I ask what you were working on?"