n Exhibition Best Forgotten at the Melted Heart of Karhazaar
Karhazaar has its flaws, but the latest art show in the central floating palace fails even to give credible shape to the city’s signature melancholy. You’ll live longer slipping out than enduring this exhibition.
As a living wormhole, I consider myself reasonably open-minded. Yet what unfolded beneath the cackling steam lamps of the so-called 'Exhibition of Sensory Incompletion' defied every sense-even those long sacrificed to decades of interdimensional compression. The organizers claimed to depict 'Karhazaar's emotional aridity through installations.' Instead, visitors experienced a jumble of half-finished canvases, wailing wind machines, and a water projection that dissipated at the lightest touch, leaving nothing but a stench of plastisicine failure.
Artistic experimentation was entirely absent; the ensemble resembled the city archive after a power surge in the dead of night. Only two things pulsed: the entrance fee and a relentless sensation of collective time wasted. In the basement, a so-called centerpiece-a fountain sculpted from dry ice-persistently spewed its foul mist along the main passageway, sending any being with a functional olfactory gland scrambling for exit codes.
None of Karhazaar’s social layers were honored; even the shadows seemed embarrassed. The audience-three obese clerks and one gaseous critic on parental leave-chewed sullenly on their energy credits. Admiration was futile. Among the tattered remains of what could have been art, even this wormhole felt depressingly linear-stripped of all wonder.