Can you delete your browser history? I mean…not kinkshaming or anything… I’m just not into that kinda thing.

I like the Escher-inpired painting placements, too.

The backwards feet and dough-kneading of her knee juxtaposed with the Escheresque dock and misplaced ripple are a paragon of paradox. Confusion meets solemnity. The dress is a cage. Menudo.

You can’t treat social problems with a chemical.

Trinitrotoluene?

The ability to be disconnected from the internet and still function properly.