An endless walking kaleidoscope. A museum of abstract concepts of locations, with rooms that always start at their most familiar stretching across very different colors and sights.

The visuals had me introspective initially, wondering what I was doing in the metaphorical theater and maybe what some of it could mean. At one point, I wake up in a black and white concrete jungle, where signs that reminisce They Live show up around the plaza and streets. At a later point, I see that same area but now things are falling apart to the more abstract. Am I peeling off the layers of reality here? What am I walking towards? Or is the architecture my own Rorschach drawing?

ZeroNorthZeroWest is silent in response. The ambience never ends and the visuals begin to repeat, with different filters and sometimes art styles entirely to lose your sense of time and direction. You find doors sometimes in the cacophony of noise, but you walk through to continue the cycle. It gets dreadly boring eventually, and it's not like it expects to end.

I have a good idea of what it means now, or at least what the intent here is. It's an area to escape to, to lose yourself. It's not really interesting, and obviously it doesn't have to be.

Shrug, it's not like I don't walk out of the art museum wondering why it exists in the first place, and why people are drawn to it. Maybe it'll be fine for you.