Cherries on Keyboard
A brilliant commentary on the futility of modern existence, due to our inability to merge nature with technology. The dried cherries, scattered on the cold keyboard, recall withering petals on asphalt. If full, lush cherries turn to dust, what must our fate be in the digital future?

The notebook, covered in images of fresh blossoms, lies neglected. Handwriting is made obsolete by the keyboard. So, too, are efforts like needlework, symbolized by the knitting book, it, too, surrounded by cherries.

No one knows what the lone, discarded sock means.