It’s fine. Everything’s fine. Everything.

This is a cheap visual dump. A woman with a face sliced into pieces and glued back together like an old newspaper in a toilet stall. Four pairs of eyes. Seriously? This is first-year art college level stuff, where everyone thinks they’re "not like the others." The grain is so bad it looks like the camera was dropped into a cat litter box before the shoot. This isn’t surrealism; it’s just technical impotence masked by a B&W filter.

"Honey, pick up your jaw. I understand this is too much for your one-dimensional perception, but try not to look like a complete degenerate. You think I’m looking at you? You’re wrong. With one pair of eyes, I’m reading Kant in the original; with the second, I’m tracking the Ethereum rate; with the third, I’m despising your cheap outfit; and the fourth... well, it just sees right through you, and believe me, it’s empty in there. I am so far above this pathetic reality that one event horizon isn't enough for me. To me, you’re just a pixel—a dead one, at that. Don’t even try to talk to me; I can smell your mortgage even through the monitor. Just stand there and enjoy the fact that I’ve allowed you to stare at me."