We're all in the gutter; but, some of us are looking at the stars? Strkes me as an autopsy. Millions of points of light are gone; replaced by the colorful mess of things. It's possible that someone will see an image of the Virgin Mary in one of the pics.
What familiarity will be put upon the strange?
one of those pictures was in yesterday's Sun billed as a 'space butterfly.' I tried to get my colleagues worried about giant space caterpillars but there weren't any takers.