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Char Davies’ Osmose
An early VR art immersionAn early VR art immersion
One afternoon while deep-sea diving in the Bahamas, Char Davies got an unforgettable taste of virtual space. Floating over one of those yawning ocean trenches where Navy submarines prowl unseen, Davies and her companions found themselves suspended in a watery void. Only a thin rope stretched between their boat's anchor and a nearby buoy helped them keep their sense of direction from being swallowed up. They were waiting for sharks, and the sharks never came. The group became bored, restless... - Quotes
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But what if the medium is the message?
But what if the medium is the message?
One afternoon while deep-sea diving in the Bahamas, Char Davies got an unforgettable taste of virtual space. Floating over one of those yawning ocean trenches where Navy submarines prowl unseen, Davies and her companions found themselves suspended in a watery void. Only a thin rope stretched between their boat's anchor and a nearby buoy helped them keep their sense of direction from being swallowed up. They were waiting for sharks, and the sharks never came. The group became bored, restless... - Quotes
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“Messages from beyond” are forms of information, and information is a trickster
“Messages from beyond” are forms of information, and information is a trickster
One afternoon while deep-sea diving in the Bahamas, Char Davies got an unforgettable taste of virtual space. Floating over one of those yawning ocean trenches where Navy submarines prowl unseen, Davies and her companions found themselves suspended in a watery void. Only a thin rope stretched between their boat's anchor and a nearby buoy helped them keep their sense of direction from being swallowed up. They were waiting for sharks, and the sharks never came. The group became bored, restless... - Quotes
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It is too close, too far-out, its sacred transmissions too muddled with the scandalous grit of its concrete historical unfoldment
It is too close, too far-out, its sacred transmissions too muddled with the scandalous grit of its concrete historical unfoldment
One afternoon while deep-sea diving in the Bahamas, Char Davies got an unforgettable taste of virtual space. Floating over one of those yawning ocean trenches where Navy submarines prowl unseen, Davies and her companions found themselves suspended in a watery void. Only a thin rope stretched between their boat's anchor and a nearby buoy helped them keep their sense of direction from being swallowed up. They were waiting for sharks, and the sharks never came. The group became bored, restless... - Quotes
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There is a difference between psychedelic experiences and psychedelic people
There is a difference between psychedelic experiences and psychedelic people
One afternoon while deep-sea diving in the Bahamas, Char Davies got an unforgettable taste of virtual space. Floating over one of those yawning ocean trenches where Navy submarines prowl unseen, Davies and her companions found themselves suspended in a watery void. Only a thin rope stretched between their boat's anchor and a nearby buoy helped them keep their sense of direction from being swallowed up. They were waiting for sharks, and the sharks never came. The group became bored, restless... - Quotes
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Terminal. What other journey, you might ask, begins at the end?
Terminal. What other journey, you might ask, begins at the end?
One afternoon while deep-sea diving in the Bahamas, Char Davies got an unforgettable taste of virtual space. Floating over one of those yawning ocean trenches where Navy submarines prowl unseen, Davies and her companions found themselves suspended in a watery void. Only a thin rope stretched between their boat's anchor and a nearby buoy helped them keep their sense of direction from being swallowed up. They were waiting for sharks, and the sharks never came. The group became bored, restless...