T-Rex: Ah, yes. Time to re-read a favourite book from my childhood! Nothing could possibly go wrong!
Narrator: LATER:
T-Rex: Uh... THIS BOOK IS BAD AND NOT GOOD TO READ??
T-Rex: Dromiceiomimus, my childhood favourite is hot garbage! Not even hot garbage: LUKEWARM garbage. When I wasn't looking it got... BAD!
Dromiceiomimus: It's almost like any work of art is NOT a stand-alone document but rather something that exists as a conversation between text and reader, and as such, it can never be experienced in the same way twice and is as ephemeral as your ever-changing self!!
T-Rex: Aw man! Boo to THAT!!
Utahraptor: What are we booing?
T-Rex: The fact that art comes to life only when experienced BY a reader, therefore it's not fully contained in the text, therefore even the most cherished childhood memories can turn to ashes in your mouth.
Utahraptor: Hah hah hah!
Utahraptor: YEP
Off panel: Hey, speaking of: have you noticed the more you recall a favourite memory, the more it flattens, like you're remembering your later recollection of it rather than the original event?
T-Rex: ...No?
Off panel: Oh!!
Off panel: ...Something to look forward to, then
