I’m on the fence here.

On the one side, I love weird dream-logic fantasy worlds inhabited by strange and interesting characters. It’s like taking your frontal lobe to the dayspa.

On the other hand, I don’t enjoy searching for deeper meaning when the creator is being deliberately opaque and nonsensical. Absurdist art should come with a warning, “This ain’t gone make no damn sense.”

Like, imagine if you showed up to work on your first day, and it was a day spa, and your boss was just getting a massage. You don’t know what you’re supposed to do, so you spend the first day anxious and confused, and still you have no explanation. You ask what is going on, what you’re expected to do or learn from the situation, and everyone you meet wordlessly gestures broadly at the situation. “What is wrong withme?” you ponder while the world around you unfolds at its own pace.

Eventually, you might catch on that you’re not supposed to do anything, learn anything, or examine anything for allegories or metaphors. But now it’s too late, the experience is tainted by feelings of inadequacy and frustration. Instead of enjoying the art, you resent it’s lack of context or truth.

So yeah, I guess I’m saying don’t overthink it. Because I did, and I’m not having any fun.