Because our own world, the one we think of as ours, so unique, is just part of a plot, like the streets of an infinite city. A set made up of layers of humanity, frantic, agglomerated, in infinite chaos. With anatomical shapes similar to the human psyche. I classified the images. I am not in a position to explain the reason for their differences. They sprout spontaneously without further like that.
Oriol Llauradó 