The Frutiger Wing
Warm, bright rays of sunshine wash the whole of the gallery. It smells like rain, and sunflowers, and gelatine. You feel a sense of optimism about the future take hold.
The Kudamono Futures Wing
The tantalizing glow of neon lights beckons you from this wing. It smells like fruit and gasoline. You feel a sense of nostalgia and hunger take hold.
The Temporal Wing
Ancient lanterns flicker under commercially-approved office lighting. It smells like spanikopita and sounds like keyboards typing. You feel pulled in two directions, though you only face one.
The Misc Wing
You feel a sense of nothingness and everythingness, infinite possibility, and something about... goo? Unclear. Probably should have a look.
