
Seeing the ghastly image above staring back at you from the mirror might inspire someone to seek medical attention, question one's life choice, even attempt to copulate with one's own forehead. It would not, I think, for most of us, instill the deep and undeniable need to draw attention to ourselves. This is not the case for Josh. Josh sees something like this and thinks, in all honesty, "Look at this. Look at this fucking thing. I'm going to take a picture of this thing, and I'm going to fucking point at it..."
"Then I'm going to take that photo..."
"And I am going to put it on the internet.
This is a mind, I don't believe it would be constructive to attempt analyzing. And yet, I cannot look away.

God damn it, kid. That's not how you do... have you even seen the fucking movie?
Because that seems a lot easier than what the rest of us have been going through.
(On a purely aesthetic note, I appreciate the staggering of the Asians in this picture. It shows a tremendous amount of foresight and compositional awareness on the part of the photographer.)
Moving on...

There's a sticker on my head.

NOW THERE ISN'T!
Examine the two pictures closely.
By viewing the bottom right corner of the framed image behind Josh, we see that it is indeed a completely different work of art. In the second image, what we are witnessing is Josh's growing control over his mindless new ability. He has managed, with the addition of the strength of his other hand pointing, to somehow meld the sticker on his head with the artwork behind him, creating some kind of hybrid monster which previously did not exist. No one can know what the ultimate result of such an unnatural union could be, save for those who have looked into the eyes of the universe's uncaring soul. And those people are not doomed to preach the testament of their work. Those people... are doomed to point.
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