Exhibit No. 1111:
Birds of a Feather
Interpretation: In our dimension, birds are real. They are lightweight creatures who grew tired of being eaten and decided to evolve wings in absolute defiance of gravity. Whatever gave them that idea speaks at the inherent madness of the universe. What deranged deity decided flight was a valid trait? Did they not realize it would inspire the imagination of the mammals? Not only do they fly, but between flights they sing from the safety of the highest branches as if to say “look at how safe I am now that gravity no longer applies to me.” It’s a good thing they’re not real in this dimension.




























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