I stood up and dusted myself off. What the hell? Either I’m dead or have fallen through a wormhole and into an art dimension. Back through the tear in space/time, I could hear Jaques losing his bundle - yelling about insurance, clams, and tour groups. Yeah, stuff that. The only way was forward; I walked up to an illuminated gap in the wall.

Use the comments below to complete the following sentence, “I know I’m human because I can _____.”

A photo of a large sculpture depicting future influence, crafted by James Turrell