I'm sure I'll see lots of stuff if I stare at it for long enough, but I see a face (in the centre) and a fish just beneath it.
Oh, I fucking hate these. If you DON'T see sex, the asshole with the clipboard scribbles down that you're sexually inhibited. If you DO see sex, you're sexually obsessed. And, if you give a cute G-rated joke answer, they take it serious, and jot you down as a psychopath. Stint in the loony bin, no matter what.
I looked at the Rorschach blot. I tried to pretend it looked like a spreading tree, shadows pooled beneath it, but it didn't. It looked more like a dead cat I once found, the fat, glistening grubs writhing blindly, squirming over each other, frantically tunneling away from the light. But even that is avoiding the real horror. The horror is this: In the end, it is simply a picture of empty meaningless blackness. We are alone. There is nothing else.