What happened to the museum? What happened to the seat and shrine of the muse, to those corridors and halls that twisted and buckled as we wandered with Mnemosyne through past, present and future? What happened to that space within and without, that expanse to think across and into, that littered and charged chaos? What happened to our freedom to wander where we will among the ten thousand things?
The earth has shifted. The air is different. No more mirrors. Telescopes and microscopes, these are our looking glasses now.