A naked male figure with pattern, or... the troubles are here, the troubles are real, the troubles are a minor inconvenience, a short matter of confusion that, when looked at from the perspective of the individual, could be catastrophic. Could be the first in a connected and consequence of events that lead to the personal catastrophy. And it was all because of that internal service error, should we be more resilient? Or is this all a strange reflection of relying on what is not real. What is real.
