flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
I usually assume y’all will either get my references or Google them, but this one has caused enough confusion amongst them as has seen it that I will do your work for you.
Duchamp, you naughty japester, you.
Still, you’re on your own for finding out why L.H.O.O.Q is funny. My French teacher refused to translate it for me, I refuse to translate it for you. It’s the ciiiiiiiircle of petty, Socratic annoyances! (Singing in my head.)
Now please write me 500 words on the psycho-sexual implications of what was intended as a Dadaist statement.