its a massive glass box. beautiful from the outside looking in. an artificial brightness seeps out of it. i hesitated, watching the faint silhouettes move in and out of focus in the mist. fingers trailing along the walls of the confined space. curious. there was a warning sign at the entrance of the exhibition, but i didnt keep that in mind. a single entrance leading into the light. i stepped into the fog.

suddenly, the world as i knew it, the solid ground beneath my feet, the buzzing people around me, the gallery space all dissappeared without warning and i was unexpectedly thrown into a surreal state of existence. the dense fog enveloped me, i felt consumed, engulfed into something strange. my senses were dissoriented, i could barely breath because of all the vapour in the air, all i could hear was my own feet slapping onto the wet floor and all of could see was this light. dont think i've ever truly felt so displaced before. a rush of panick quickly grabbed hold of me, i suddenly was aware of how scared i was. i didnt want to be alone, wanted to grab the hand of a stranger. even though i knew the exit must be just inches away, i couldn't find it. stretching out my arms, i desperately looked for anything solid. white, damp fog filled everything, as if it casted a web that stretched out for miles and miles. was there ever a real material world? i gasped as the tips of my fingers touched glass. i walked out and nothing had changed. a gallery personel is standing outside on guard. its just a big glass box filled with mist and a blinding light. no, not a portal into another realm.