So glad this was in my morning paper: If you are merely scanning the headlines, if you have no patience for the theoretical, if you have never found yourself pondering some cosmic mystery, stop reading now. This is not breaking news.
Those who remain should picture a miniature kitchen chair, barely an inch high, painted blinding yellow. Now picture it walking.
The yellow chair walks on its two front legs around a flat stone at the center of a gallery in the Dunedin Fine Art Center. The room holds several other pieces, but when you step inside, it is the chair that catches your gaze.
The chair is alive.
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