As we consider each room, there is much discussion of orientation.
C. and I spent the afternoon in a dark gallery and tested how our video reflected off different surfaces.
You can’t climb on Stonehenge anymore, but you can walk around it under the eye of a tour guide and two uniformed guards.
There’s a blush of dopamine, an uncoiling of the nerves: the smudged memory of doing arts and crafts in a classroom while a storm beats against the windows.
The house of all the gods.
Went to an exhibition about the countryside that felt like walking into a Wikipedia entry written under the influence of heavy-duty stimulants.
