{"name":"Ssshhhh Gossip On","created_by":"Mad Monk","external_url":"https://opensea.io/MadMonk","description":"“From the French window I walked out under a kind of pergola covered in part by a climbing rose tree, in part by laths, one inch wide with half an inch of space between them. The sun was shining and the shadows of the laths made a zebra-like pattern on the ground and across the seat and back of a garden chair, which was standing at this end of the pergola. That chair--shall I ever forget it? Where the shadows fell on the canvas upholstery, stripes of a deep but glowing indigo alternated with stripes of incandescence so intensely bright that it was hard to believe that they could be made of anything but blue fire.”  \n― Aldous Huxley, The Doors of Perception","attributes":[{"trait_type":"Artist","value":"Mad Monk"}],"image_details":{"bytes":8214575,"format":"JPEG","sha256":"11dbf807ff63168bda4cfff532fc3ee4efc502f7e5391776cb3622b5187c0678","width":4000,"height":4000},"image":"https://arweave.net/JVJZmdwF-vSuWAhvqfm5hg3unf2RcT44OmhoGmRlCjo","image_url":"https://arweave.net/JVJZmdwF-vSuWAhvqfm5hg3unf2RcT44OmhoGmRlCjo"}