My eyes and I have worked together for decades, and I would describe the relationship as strained. They tell me a thing, I believe the thing, and then a parking lot turns out to be the thing instead. And still, we love optical illusions, because there is no nicer way to be completely wrong. No one is harmed. You just stand there, betrayed by your own face, saying “oh, it’s a bag” with real emotion, so give these a careful look and then a second one, since the first is not to be trusted.

Braking for paint. Humbling.
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I squinted. I regret squinting.
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It is flat. I measured with my feelings.
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The ring is not what anyone looked at first.
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A mountain, lying down.
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The receipts. It's flat.
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Someone forgot to render the sides.
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That's a knee. Everybody breathe.
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How many joints is that? Don't answer.
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It saw what you put in there.
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Stared for a full minute. Still negotiating.
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A hotel with one side. The rooms are cozy.
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A blanket you could trip on.
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He looks refreshed, at least.
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Gravity is having an off day.
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My eyes filed a complaint.
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Escher is on break, up, or possibly down.
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Two angles, one very confusing man.
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Would absolutely follow this into another realm.
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They paid for parking like everyone else.
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What gets me is how little it takes. A building stands at slightly the wrong angle and suddenly it is a sheet of cardboard propped against the sky. I have personally walked around a corner to check that a hotel had sides. It did, and I was not relieved, I was embarrassed. Confusing perspective photos like these are just architecture catching you being gullible.
Then there are the faces, which I maintain is my brain’s fault and not mine. Show a human a bag with two shiny rivets and that human will apologize to the bag. Accidental optical illusions are mostly this: shadows, shoes and luggage briefly becoming a person and then refusing to explain themselves. I once said good morning to a coat on a chair. The coat, to its credit, let it go.
My favorites are the ones somebody made on purpose, with patience I do not possess. A blanket that looks like a staircase. A wooden board that appears to bulge when it is flat as a Tuesday. Optical illusion pictures of handmade things make me furious in the best way, because a person sat down and decided to trick strangers using wool. That is commitment, and I can’t commit to a phone plan.
Here is the part I find oddly cheering. Your eyes are not cameras, they are two enthusiastic interns sending guesses upstairs, and most of the time the guesses are good enough to get you across a road. An illusion is just the moment you catch them making it up. It is the one time being fooled comes with a little prize at the end, which is the second look.
That second look is why people send these to each other with no message attached. You want to watch someone else go through it: the squint, the pause, the tiny offended noise. I have shown one of these to my mother four times and she has fallen for it four times, and we were both delighted on every occasion. Nobody wins and nobody loses. Everyone just gets to be confused together, which is rarer than it ought to be.
Squint once. Look twice. Trust nothing.
If your eyes would like to be lied to a bit more, we can arrange that. The confusing perspective photos will have you tilting your phone like it owes you money, and the cool optical illusions go one further by appearing to move. We also keep a deep supply of inanimate objects with faces, pareidolia memes, and cursed images for the brave. Go on. Your brain was not busy anyway.

Who needs to see this?
Send it to the friend who’ll laugh the hardest, or post it for everyone.

Well, I think I need to go to the optician.