It happened to all of us by now. You find yourself compelled to take a closer, deeper look at a fork, a leaf, a pen, or any other most mundane object.

It might be a simple reaction, like an instinct to an imprint of the collective unconscious, unearthing an old forgotten memory.

Or maybe they're keyholes in time and space, showing us a fleeting glimpse of something secret and hidden, a moment that's gone instantly and forever.

Who knows? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯