It's like the art of making a mess out of a clear directive.
A clever answer to a question that's actually a question about something else.
Permission to do what you want, as long as you call it art.
A question that's so obvious, it's like asking if the sky is blue.
When the words start to bleed off the page.
A game where everyone wins, unless you're a literalist.
That's all for now. Have fun with it.
Or not.
Or just leave.