By the Shipyards

An old friend summoned me to meet his flight, or train since I wound up in a train station, where I found myself waiting with two of his other friends that had been so called. I wandered away and got hopelessly lost amid period rooms rivaling any museum’s, many of which were contemporary. I got bad directions and subsequently complained to the staff while standing in some sort of control room. I was told to leave the room, and as I entered a James Turrell room, it was clear that a staff member had been instructed to follow me in the room and fight me, and I fled because I thought this guy wasn’t worth messing up the installation. I arrived at a massive Chinese temple and a building that seemed to defy gravity.