This is a test. Do not adjust your screen. If you stare closely into this duvet cover you will see everything you have ever seen in your life, except that one time you lost your keys and you still haven’t recovered them (they’re under the fridge).
There is an art to all things, particularly living. It all depends on your interpretation. Do you see a bird? A tree? A mobile device (it’s the 21st century after all) or perhaps the lost love of your life? An art to living dependent on your interpretation. Is finding yours the reason you are here (or we are here)? What is conjured here? The image, or the imagination?