"You're right," said Lulu plainly. She'd never thought of it that way precisely, but it had to be true. Society could hardly function if people really didn't care -- even if just the little handful that insisted they didn't. Perhaps those were the ones that cared the most.
She squinted at Marcus. "Do I look like one, then?" A teacher could look like anyone, but he'd said he'd had a thing for teachers, and --
I am ridiculous.
"No," Lulu continued airily. "Wasn't the job for me. Did a bit in grad school to pay through, but I wasn't... I was rubbish at it. Didn't pay enough. Went on to curate for MOMA, actually."
Thinking of the museum made her smile, though there were some nights she couldn't sleep thinking of what might have happened to the artwork inside. There would have been no one to maintain it now for years and years, if it was still there at all. It made her sad -- sadder than a lot of things did, really.