guy at an art museum standing in front of a completely innocuous and somewhat boring painting muttering āwhat does it mean? what does it all mean?ā in an increasingly distressed tone
you hear him say āI donāt understand it, I canāt understand itā as he stumbles away from a very plain still life painting of wine and fruit with his head in his hands
as you are exiting the museum, you spot him in the cafe eating a slice of cake and looking perfectly content











