Is this postapus affixed on a bulletin board on Schermerhorn 3 a sadistic psych experiment or just the creation of some clever human with too much time on their hands? Rumor has it the eyes follow you as you walk down the hall.

We are left to speculate on the octopus’ internal monologue: Does this octopus have any agency? Should this octopus lose a leg or three, will it enter an existential crisis, having been robbed of that which defines its very identity? And is this octopus smiling or merely staring contemplatively into the distance, resigned to the vagaries of fate?

What is this, some kinda 'speriment?