Even thought should be green but instead here it is just rubbish heated/burned by a microwave. In the end they just become all emotionless, eyes in the background thinking only of events, of objects not art.
There is a redish background hovering this discussion, it does not think, it uses people. Like a microwave has a particular duration, so Time in this discussion. It is just about the next chicken, and the next etc. all in line, the past cooked chicken head behind the to-be-cooked chicken head.
There is no love in this, just cold hearts. Eventually heroes become just eyes imitating other eyes. Identity? No, background talk, texts..texts imitating memories..texts imitating texts..