I’ll admit it; I was enchanted by the medieval in my younger days
Screaming desperately for something different.
The image on the box is not the image on the jigsaw. Oh no!
I am uncomfortably reminded of how the jigsaw puzzle encourages the idea of everything its rightful place.
We are supposed to look people in the eye; allowing ourselves to be studied.
There are lots of them, all the same shade of blue.