He is an idiot who knows not the names nor the identities of the things sitting in his studio. Because of this deficiency, he constructs strange narratives in order to discern the applications of these mundane objects.
Are they lies?
“They are real, for what is reality? It is the infinite sum of all stories we tell ourselves, the stories we tell each other, the stories we choose to believe when we go to sleep at night.” – Ngô Hứa Minh Trí, 2018
He is but a fool.