[post_page_title]We have no words…[/post_page_title]
It’s amazing how something as innocent-looking as a photograph can make us strangely itchy. No, this isn’t a picture of a woolen sweater or a bunch of spiders, but there’s something about it that is upsetting us.
It’s like we almost wish that we could simply reach through the picture, pick up the offending brick with our hands, and put it back in its correct place. Alas, we can’t, so we just get to stare at it with a sad frown on our face.
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