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Fog Disorientates, Mirrors Enchant in Eliasson’s Berlin Show

Enveloped in a neon blue cloud, I tread hesitantly as the swirling fog turns a violent green, electric pink and then a lifejacket orange.

The floorboards appear and disappear; figures loom out of the psychedelic haze, only to fade again. Disembodied voices float out of the pinkness. All my bearings are lost and I don’t know how to get out of here.