Well I’ll be gol-darned… there ain’t nothin’ new under the sun anymore.
But at least I arrived at it independently… or did I? Maybe I saw this Bernie meme some months ago and forgot about it, but my subconscious didn’t.

I can almost hear the cheesy “tough guy” slang of the time…

“It’s coitans for you, Rocky, ya hear me? Coitans!”

“Step on it, Rocky, they’re right behind us!”

“You’ll never take me alive, copper!”

It says “breakfast”, yet it also seems like it’s still dark outside.
The faces do feel like it’s 5am or something, who knows if they’ve even slept yet.

Oh my god, this new unexpected, poignant context takes the whole thing to another level.

However: the painting looks pristine compared to the room it is hanging in, so maybe it was placed there long after the building (the entire town, maybe?) was abandoned, for the photo. If so, it was a master stroke, as this image tells several profound stories on several simultaneous levels.

I’m trying to put this… thing, into words, and the one term that keeps on swirling in there, like Jupiter’s red spot it won’t go away, is spicy maths.

Maybe the turbulence was inside us all along / the friends we made along the way.

Then Einstein and Bohr broke everything again. Then Dirac and Feynman put it back together again. Now, we’ve basically got it all worked out…

I say we take off and drop the ring from Gandalf’s eagles. It’s the only way to be sure.

Among so many other wonderful things, Roger Penrose contained in a single image the mathematics of infinity in our universe, which then can be folded open mathematically further, to reveal a chain of universes in a multiverse.

An adaptation or upgrade of the Minkowski 4D space diagram (extremely useful in Einstein Relativity, integrating movement through space and time), it’s now called a Penrose Diagram, no less.

Look at it for a minute. It is deceptively simple. It took generations of great minds to slowly distill to maximum visual simplicity a mathematical expression that encompasses something as wildly vast as an infinite universe with finite speed of causality/information.

Ok, I just gotta pause, take a breath, and say - the selection of art in this instance has consistently been beyond outstanding. So many surprises such as this. A Penrose doing abstract art with mathematical underpinings… so delightfully fitting.

I’ve loved the history of art for decades now, yet in every regular wave of images posted here by you, I discover so many things I never knew existed.

Meanwhile, Ignacio over there, aka Nacho:
What am I to you, chopped liver, güey? Cabrón…

Also the owner of the cheese shop, the finest in this manor, squire. So clean… certainly uncontaminated by cheese.

Hold it right there, buddy, what’s the matter, didn’t you read the sign at the entrance of this instance? It clearly says CAT, not CATSssss…

A chronic compulsive content-stealer creature like gallowboob might have encompassed that 15% all by himself.

The legacy is irreparably tainted. He abused a position of influence to push a personal vendetta and in the process, helped the kremlin inject a political cancer into western society.

Assange turned out to be just as much a megalomaniacal, petty little tyrant as those he pointed a sanctimonious finger at, to the cheers of those who saw him as a “friend”, when he was only just “the enemy of my enemy”.

Is Brexit an ignorant, lazy, myopic tantrum you can undo?

Especially when you keep on giving the goddamned Tories the keys to the castle in every election that matters.

nAh I’m NoT vOtiNg MaTe PoLiTiCs Is FoR wAnKeRs sHaLL wE gO fOr dRiNkS iNsTeAd?

Back when Australia was still remote and exotic, before Crocodile Dundee even, a lot of people back in the day thought he sang:
“He just smiled and gave me a bit of my sandwich”,
which would have also made for a fantastic lyric in a very silly way.

Ooh la lá!
Zoot allors!

For a second there, I visualized The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Bible.

Should be called Artography.