Inspired by a group conversation game I was a part of — where everyone in the group came up with a question and then each person would choose from the “deck of questions.” I was struck by one woman who seemed to think she had unwavering feelings for something or someone no matter how many times she saw or interacted with it / them. This was true for movies, for art, and seemingly for people too. Do we see things as less beautiful the more we see them? When is this true? When does the beauty of something grow? And what simply stays constant? Is a constant feeling towards anything of significance even possible?