dream theatre

One can not complain about the view. The sun sweeps across the room during the day, casting an ever-changing mashup of fjords, woods, traffic machines, cruise ships and skyline slowly rotating around the room, where inside dancers fly around you with their unreal moves, our sounds and music pumped out by fantastic speakers, completely isolated from lots of other similiar rooms surround us. And all around this room again, there is a huge, super-efficient, super-resourceful machine of culture and knowledge and assistance and YES-ness, standing by to fix anything for you to make something happen.