I was walking through an empty parking lot, staring down at the ground as I walked. There were dead galaxies and black holes scattered across the pavement. I liked them and found them all very pretty. Then, while looking down at the ground as I walked, I saw something even prettier on the pavement of the parking lot. It was Leonardo DiVinci’s “Mona Lisa.” I don’t know what Leonardo DiVinci’s “Mona Lisa” was doing there, lying on the ground of this empty parking lot, but, low and behold, there it was. I stared at the painting for a few minutes and found it very, very pretty and then my eyes did this thing where they kinda refocused themselves or something. After my eyes did that, I saw I wasn’t looking at the “Mona Lisa” after all. What I thought was the “Mona Lisa” was just two, shattered beer bottles. One was brown and the other was green. The beer bottles were interracial and shattered into one another and looked very much in love. I smiled. Then I looked up at the sky. The sky was blue and had clouds in it but the clouds looked like they were bought at Target or Walmart and then someone hung them up in the sky. I looked back down at the cohesively shattered, interracial, beer bottle-couple on the ground that I mistook for the “Mona Lisa.” “I’m not like the rest of you…” I said out loud to no one in particular/ everyone in the entire world even though there wasn’t so much as a single person around to hear me.