Frames and their shadows came into question.
Attachments.
Reflections.
The frames stretch, almost disintegrate. I think if I had touched them I would have set off the Sartrean alarm even before the museum's alarm sounded.
“I was there, standing in front of a window whose panes had a definite refraction index. But what feeble barriers! I suppose it is out of laziness that the world is the same day after day. Today it seemed to want to change. Then, anything, anything could happen.”
― Jean-Paul Sartre, NAUSEA
Frames and their shadows came into question.
Attachments.
Reflections.
The frames stretch, almost disintegrate. I think if I had touched them I would have set off the Sartrean alarm even before the museum's alarm sounded.
“I was there, standing in front of a window whose panes had a definite refraction index. But what feeble barriers! I suppose it is out of laziness that the world is the same day after day. Today it seemed to want to change. Then, anything, anything could happen.”
― Jean-Paul Sartre, NAUSEA