If you knew you were seeing something for the very last time would you look at it differently?
By the way, is there still such a thing as experimental art? Maybe there never was. Besides, what could be more experimental than riding a horse through the High Plains 150 years ago and being so hungry you'd take a chance on eating something you see growing on a tree without knowing what it really is.
Ordering a salad at McDonald's 5 minutes before closing time and requesting that it be, "fresh," is bold, but to actually make the salad is revolutionary.
The salad's good, the price is right, the people who work in this McDonald's are kind to one another and hardworking. All my previous assumptions about fast-food and the nature of corporate enterprise are exhausted, as well as my tired old cynicism that thinks 'how dare they call this a restaurant.'
Seeing that it's almost quitting time, I eat my postmodern salad with gusto, then get up and leave.