We wandered the streets for hours forgetting time and reason.
“I forgot what it was like to feel that way.”
Turning into a nondescript building, the room transformed into art. We stood at the edges and watched the hypnotic swirl.
“I could watch this forever.”
The indistinguishable lines between art and space. Everyone spoke in whispers.
“Is this part of the piece?”
We walked outside, still holding our breaths. Every sound. Every breeze. Every movement. It’s all just a part of the piece.
