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On the Red Space

January 19, 2026

This piece is associated with the Red Space series.

You find yourself standing in a completely red room: Bright. Red. Inescapable. Everywhere. Not small as to be claustrophobic, but encroaching nonetheless. It extends in every direction, as far as the eye can see, and stretches on ahead of you no matter how far you go. It hangs in the distance, just out of reach, but always imposing. Spend long enough here and even time and memory bend to its will, as every second blurs into one, eternal, red, moment. How would you feel? Small, frightened, uncomfortable, desperate? All normal responses, but there’s another word for this torture: Hell, which brings us to Part 1: Panic. As the reality of eternal redness sets in, it becomes clear that red is all you will ever see, no matter where you look, what you do, or how long you wait. You might scream, cry out for help, run, or search for a weapon, but it’s futile, for all that exists is this infernal red space.

You may experience panic for some time, but if the experience is truly eternal, then time is limitless, and even torture becomes background noise eventually. All that remains is boredom, endless time, and possibility. Imagination is the only coping mechanism that could possibly soothe such an existence, so you begin to create, frantically, producing piece after piece until your mind contains an entire gallery. In a more peaceful domain your work might be sensible, but not here. Everything you produce is skewed in ways that would offend Euclid and bore Escher, and the more you try to correct the perspective, the worse it gets, which brings us to Part 2: A Multitude of Wrong Perspectives on an Art Gallery. Perspective here is indelibly warped, but eternity slowly rolls on, until even perspective slips away. Without perspective, your art bleeds through the frame, filling your mind with distorted fiction and chaotic ideas, until the distinction between the gallery and the artist dissolves and you find yourself indistinguishable from your art. Spend enough time here, and your very being will become one with the red space.

What happens next is yet to be determined. Explore if you dare and find out for yourself.