If you're faint-hearted, don't read this post - and simply follow the instructions given on the TV news before a sports highlight show: if you don't want to know the results, look away now...
In his almost incomprehensible - but actually quite good - book of essays, British artist Liam Gillick writes about
frustration with an art world which seems content to merely re-process an overload of cultural signifiers in a state of hypnotic reverie...
He's right. We're frustrated.
But for a moment, as banks risk collapse, Sarah Palin is treated as some kind of babe and Angola launches a $6bn expansion of its agricultural production to feed the developed world, there's a piece of installation art that seems spot on...
...for a world of hypnotic reverie.
I think it's by Mexican artist Stefan Brüggemann - but I may be wrong.