By Chris Gore | February 5, 2002

A somber yet alluring visual poem that follows from people at various stages in their lives — from birth to death. They float in a tank of water (or amniotic fluid?) surrounded by nothingness. It’s soothing. In fact, it looks so relaxing, I want to try it myself.

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