The artist walked into a room.
Then walked out.
Then walked back in.
The room wasn’t there anymore.
Neither was the artist.
An artist walks into a room.
The room says, “No, you didn’t.”
The artist says, “Yes, I did.”
The room doesn’t respond.
The artist walked into a room and tried to make sense of it.
The room just laughed and kept being a room.
An artist walks into a room.
It’s the wrong room.
But they stay anyway.
That’s called conceptual art.
The artist walked into a room and made a sound.
The sound said, “Hello.”
The room didn’t respond.
The artist walked into a room and declared it a masterpiece.
The room disagreed.
The artist shrugged.
The artist walked into a room and asked, “What is art?”
The room didn’t answer.
The artist called it a “silent installation.”
The artist walked into a room and found it empty.
Perfect, they thought.
They labeled it “Untitled.”
The artist walked into a room.
The room didn’t care.
The artist pretended the room was the audience.
The audience pretended they cared.
The artist walked into a room.
The room didn’t notice.
The artist walked into a room and said, “This is art.”
The room said, “No, it’s not.”
The artist said, “It’s a dialogue.”
The room didn’t respond.
The artist walked into a room.
The room asked, “Why are you here?”
The artist replied, “To make meaning.”
The room responded, “Good luck with that.”
The artist walked into a room.
They looked around.
The room looked back.
Neither of them said anything.
The artist walked into a room.
The room didn’t notice.
The artist made a mark on the wall.
The room didn’t notice.
The artist walked into a room.
The room said, “You’re late.”
The artist walked into a room and said, “This is it.”
The room didn’t respond.
The artist nodded.
The room remained unchanged.
The artist walked into a room and looked at the wall.
The wall looked back.
The artist felt awkward.
The wall felt nothing.
The artist walked into a room and smiled.
The room didn’t smile back.
The artist walked into a room and started talking.
The room said, “Shh.”
The artist walked into a room and asked, “What do you want from me?”
The room said nothing.
The artist said, “I’ll do my best.”