It's not a joke. Some of the images were a little bent out of shape. The building had been covered over with ivy, other things taking place. It is still cooking, although the windows are uncovered, to present people in living positions within the frames. Someone at a typewriter, etc.
Someone's murdered someone, the gong sounds.
Representing our heady past. Note the dictionary on the table, the silence when the refrigerator stops its hum. Streets gone to trash, neat cars lined the village streets. The brightest lot is sent among us to die. We'll do a search for sex tomorrow.