Plumes of ink staining the page in a symmetrical pattern, creating shapes that vaguely resemble…what? That’s the question a Rorschach test presents you with, an interpretive dance between the mind and the page. Every thought you have comes from a place that’s truly you’re own, a space shaped by the experiences you’ve had and no other. Connections with people are only superficial, born of an unreliable feeling empathy. But there is no empathy for the page. Only an answer you can provide, because whatever it is, it’s the right answer.