For a brief moment, Andray Blatche remains a spinning vortex, devoid of context and continuum. He has no friends, no enemies, no neighbors. He exists as a totem in a dreamworld, waiting for the drop but never quite returning to a reality outside of his own solipsistic entrapment. After all: when everyone has been faked, what is left to conquer?
Or this is just a stupid GIF of Andray Blatche dream-shaking. Up to you.