A man begins describing what he sees in paintings at the art museum on his lunch break… and is soon being asked to provide interpretations of other things he sees – which makes mirrors a dangerous prospect. I feel like I knew where this story was going from very early on, and then it went there, and then it went meta about going there, and then I sighed, because of COURSE it did, but how can I critique a story about critiquing things for being too meta without being meta myself? It’s a conundrum.