I love this story. (In fact, I even wrote and recorded a song based on it, from the perspective of Kuno).

I find the societal obsession with ideas fascinating. Especially this bit:

> In the evening she looked again. They were crossing a golden sea, in which lay many small islands and one peninsula. She repeated, "No ideas here," and hid Greece behind a metal blind.

To think that the Earth could inspire nothing is just... sad.