Scene: late September: HOB and WOB walk into the main square of Vilnius, Lithuania.
WOB: Vilnius looks like a de Chirico painting.
HOB: Wait, remind me who de Chirico is? Oh, yeah, I think I remember. Is he the one with the steep perspective and shadows and the girl with the hoop?
WOB: Yes, that guy. But not just that painting. A lot of his stuff looks like Vilnius.
HOB: I don’t know any of his other paintings.
WOB: (after a few minutes have elapsed) OMG it looks just like a de Chirico!
HOB: (exasperated) I told you already, I don’t know his other work. Why don’t we look it up later?
Scene: a one bedroom apartment in Chicago in mid November. HOB is making pizza dough and WOB is surfing the internet while cuddling an elderly cat.
WOB: Hey HOB, come over here and look at this. (She pulls up google images on her screen).
HOB: What are those?
WOB: de Chirico paintings.
HOB: Wow! They look just like Vilnius.
WOB: (Yells, wakes up cat) WHAT I WAS SAYING.
(Playwright’s note: all de Chirico images courtesy of Wikipedia).