Magritte painted of the treachery of image. How do we even know that the entire world isn't some sort of treacherous image? What if it all turned out that everything you had trusted was there was really just all in your mind?
There are so many things to think about.
Go ask for Joy Division,
And celebrate the irony,
Everything is going wrong,
But we're so happy,
Let's dance to joy division,
And raise our glass to the ceiling,
'Cos this could all go so wrong,
But we're so happy,
So happy.
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