Harley visibly relaxed. She scoffed and waved her hand before popping another piece of fruit from her drink into her mouth. "Newspapers won't die. Sure we might go mainstream and stick to the internet, but we will never die." She sighed and ran a hand through her fly away bangs. "And neither will photography. News or not, photography is a form of art. People crave the beauty of art to escape their dull realities. Even if the rare few have the passion for it, it will never truly die." Quinn thought of all her photos, the ones she took with passion. Most of them had been blown up to large scale and hung on canvases about her apartment. She would never tire of looking at them. "The search for beauty in a bleak world will never die," she affirmed again.