Inward Narrow Crooked Lanes

This made no sense. I'm sure someone out there thinks it's all marvellously clever, but to me it's rather like a video of Jackson Pollock at work being entered into an exhibition of Renaissance art. I appreciate abstract work when it somehow manages to appeal to some emotional sense in me, but, for me, the only emotions piqued here are confusion and impatience.

I rather feel like this is a breakfast of raw eggs and pancake batter being thrown in my face from across the room.