You are lost, walking through a dark forest. Unknown animal sounds drill into your ears and fears. The freezing wind crackles above you. And then reality breaks, opening a gate to an unknown white. Would you enter or run away?
I think I would. After recovering from the heart attack, I probably would run into it, only to get electrocuted by Yochai Matos’ “Flame (Gate)”, which is what this spacetime fabric door really is: An art installation made with hundreds of fluorescent bulbs. [Yochai Matos and The Coolist]
Bonus morning post soundtrack: My beloved Kim Deal singing Into the White.