I imagine this is getting rather familiar by now. Here's another image.

Rather like yesterday, there is almost no original image in it, it is all reflections and reflections of reflections. Even where you are looking at something directly, you can't be sure that is the case.

One could just dismiss this sort of thing as simply being annoying, but I really believe there is more going on. The appeal of this type of image is that in some ways it is an image of what is in my mind when I look at the scene, not of the scene itself.

Bu Fu's master asked, "What are you painting?"

He considered this for a moment and replied, "I am painting what is."

"No, no," the master replied, "you mustn't paint what is. You must paint what isn't."

This is a picture of what isn't.