Can you see? The blurry shape in the blurry tree? How did it get up there? What could it be?
Is it a sweatshirt? A pullover? A small jacket? A cardigan? A tracksuit top? A hoodie?
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No.
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It’s definitely a jumper.
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Can you see? The blurry shape in the blurry tree? How did it get up there? What could it be?
Is it a sweatshirt? A pullover? A small jacket? A cardigan? A tracksuit top? A hoodie?
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No.
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It’s definitely a jumper.
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“Know Thyself” – Delphic maxim
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“No Thyself” – Gautama Buddha
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“Know why self” – Deleuze (postmodern retort)
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“No wine shelf” – IKEA (kitchen cupboard)
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So, here’s the truth about critical existentialism:
It’s all pun and games until someone loses an I.
Teeny tiny toilet stencils!
I also love that the creator is called Fowler Ware.
Apparently this company has been around since the 1830s, designing ceramics, and seems to have found its calling once they moved onto bathroom fittings.
Like a guy called Jeeves becoming a butler.
Or someone with the surname Law who becomes a police officer.
Or someone called Gates who builds Windows. No, wait…
I wouldn’t really call that “lots”. It’s only, how many, thirteen? I guess it depends if you’re counting sultanas or elephants. Stones or diamonds. Apostles or pillars of salt…
Seen in an electrician’s car space:
Though it won’t be long before it just becomes anti-monarchist sentiment.
…or maybe it already is… Down with the artificial reality king!