Always a catch. An evocative picture can only be dispersed within the structure of thought. It moulds itself into the imagination where the memory of pain is triggered by the piercing of needles into the body. Though in the wounds is nothing but black blood. Reason understands: it is only a dead body. That sounds like the conclusion. It is non-human anyhow, there is nothing left to catch. The sea of interpretation is vast and impenetrable, the attempts to cross beyond belief of meaning fail.