To absorb self-introspection

Shining creases and metallic folds are laid - arranged - to sound. Connoisseurs babble streams of words and fidget meaningless motions with hands. Insecure patrons flick irritable glances at outspoken critics. "Oh dear, that's harsh; Almost tooo harsh". They censure an artist who wearily waited for the appreciating audience to catch up, but he went home a long time ago. No one smiles at the irony of the contrast; dull minds and reflective brilliance. No one snickers at the cleverness of a piece of folded foil reflecting an audience grappling to understand their projected reflection in a real reflection metaphor.