Damien watched from a corner of the gallery.
Art critics poured over his latest ‘installation’ marvelling at his creativity and insight to the modern world.
Camera’s flashed and reporters asked daft questions, spurred on by the furore of the moment.
‘Heartfelt portrayal of society.’ one reviewer stated. ‘Reflections of a misguided ideal.’ said another.
Damien didn’t care. It was just some trolleys in a puddle surrounded by naked idiocy to him.
He left, smiling to himself, clutching the cheque for £2million and silently laughing at his favourite childhood story – ‘The Emperor’s New Clothes’.