Form and Experience

What we saw after Raymond Mayo pulled the tape I tried not to think about. With its pedestal the statue was twelve feet high. Three spindly metal legs, ornamented with spikes and crosspieces, reached up from the plinth to a triangular apex. Clamped on to this was a jagged structure that at first sight seemed to be an old Buick radiator grille. It had been bent into a rough U five feet across, and the two arms jutted out horizontally, a single row of sonic cores, each about a foot long, poking up like the teeth of an enormous comb. Welded on apparently at random all over the statue were twenty or thirty filigree vanes. 

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As I entered a space full of spikes. It felt like entering a forest where trees are replaced by spikes. The tall spikes looked like Ancient trees while the small one looked like a newborn cactus. It was like getting lost in a maze where every step needed to be taken carefully without hurting. Moving forward felt like in a giant thorn jungle where the wrong move can create trouble. I was unable to find a way to come out. In search of my route, I am getting more and more confused. My mind went blind. Not understanding what to do. In this case I am just walking ahead. It's more or less looking like a desert of Rajasthan where only the lands are visible. 

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