I am alone in a restaurant. The food will be coming soon. I have nothing to do. And I have nothing to do it with. I pick up a fork and press it against a napkin. Four dots in a row. Parallel to the four dots I put another four, making sure that the distance between the new dots is the same as that between the old ones. I repeat this six times and I get six columns of four rows of dots. An entoptic form to behold once again. Art everywhere and anywhere. Forever. All you need is a fork and a napkin. And a mind.