Lit solely by suspended lightbulbs, the space appears to be a laboratory or study, deserted of occupants, it has been left to decay beneath ever accumulating layers of dust and debris. Stacks of books litter the table, some are open to reveal scientific diagrams and notations, essays on paranormal phenomena, popular literature and philosophical texts. In this overwhelming presence of artifacts, of seemingly obsolete objects, there is a poignancy of absence, as if a life-time's search for knowledge had suddenly been disrupted. Yet, as viewers move through the installation, they activate acoustic components of the work - the silence of the space is broken by strands of music, echoes of stories and fragments of dialogue.
Different voices speak of their experience and offer possible explanations.
A well-traveled trunk sits diagonally across the edge of a table. Its lid is open and airline tags hang from its handle. Inside is a miniature diorama of The Dark Pool in its early days, before anyone but the locals knew about it. A few cars sit in the makeshift parking lot. Someone has strung a string of lights across the gorge to illuminate its shiny, black surface.