The rapper Bladee walks into a bar. He orders a beer and turns to the bartender.
"You ever notice how it is possible to interpret the meaning of art in various ways?" The rapper says. "I mean, it's all subjective, and nobody really knows if that was what the author intended. Even if an author says that they wrote their art with a specific meaning in mind, someone could always interpret it in a different way."
The bartender laughs. "Dude, that's just how art works."
"Yeah man," Bladee says, "but have you ever just considered how art actually functions within your mind? Think about how you perceive and interact with art." The rapper says. He continues. "Every piece of art that you consume is a unique experience - you interact and interpret it in a unique way. Therefore, art doesn't actually exist." The rapper pauses. "That would mean that every piece of art in the world can only exist in your mind. Not the artist's mind, but your mind."

The bartender finally realizes what the rapper's meaning. "Oh. I think I get it. Art doesn't actually exist outside of our minds. Therefore, we are creating our own reality." The bartender stares at the rapper. "Therefore, you don't actually exist either."
The rapper's eyes widen. "But... that would mean that I am just a creation of your imagination."
The bartender nods. "And I could make you disappear if I wanted to."
The bartender snaps his fingers, and the rapper disappears.