What is sunrise like at the Getty?

“The fog was so thick we couldn’t see the sunrise when it came at 5:47am PT. There was no gong, no fanfare. Many of us were oblivious, engrossed in conversations with old friends or new acquaintances, awkwardly touching each other as per Ono’s instructions, or contemplating the obscured landscape. I looked at my companions, asking them “Was that it? Did we miss it?” That was it, but we hadn’t missed it at all.

Piece by hyperallergic‘s Matt Stromberg. Read in full here.

Hide until everybody goes home.

Hide until everybody forgets about you.

Hide until everybody dies.

—  Yoko Ono, Hide and Seek Piece, from the book Grapefruit