Have Spirograph Will Travel

The lady strode into my office like she owned the place. "You Twitching Curtains, P.I.?" she said, her voice as deep as a weighed anchor. She was built like a Venus, & I told myself not to fall in love. "What do you need?" I asked. "My name's Zdenka Zall" she said, "& I just shot

a man, put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger now he’s dead." "Cool story, bro." "I’m not a bro. Anyways, I have this case I’d like you to work on." She pulled out a familiar photograph.

Red and blue lines in concentric overlapping circles, moving inward and back out, over and over. I looked up and realized 3 hours had passed. “Ugh! That’s a Spirograph not a photograph, you fool!” But she didn’t answer me, because

she was as mesmerized as I was for all those hours. Even poking her in the ribs wouldn't get her out of the mindless staring. Was the picture really that strong for a human mind?

What a marvellous picture! It so vividly embodied the true meaning of life, the universe and everything. I could feel myself ascend to a higher plane of existence with her. I felt myself merging with her body, both bodies uniting as one. A great sense of euphoria came over me.

Who knew a mere meme, so frivolous and simple, could elicit such glorious feelings of freedom within me?