Fact is, we have blundered into a psychedelic playground, a phantasmagorical funhouse of the cartoon variety, a portal into the mind of Walt Disney if he'd finally gone insane. We are inside an enormous pinball machine; we are floating in a kaleidoscope, twirling on the blade of a pinwheel, teetering on the brink of ruin. Arcade sounds and blinking lights collide like a splendiferous car wreck. The iridescent wallpaper and garishly patterned carpet shimmer, a lenticular nightmare: The entire room moves involuntarily. Occasionally, you have to focus on a single object, lest your brain get sucked into the vacuum of sheer carnival bedlam. The blinking sign above a slot machine:... More >>>