It’s just hypothetical. An art concept.
A rollercoaster that sends 24 people up a 500-meter rise and fall and then through seven consecutive loops, each smaller than the last, which racks up so much G-force that the person can’t sustain it and dies “with elegance and euphoria.”
I heard about it last summer, and I felt sick– a strange kind of sick. A revulsion and a fear for our future, but also this bizarre fascination that has made me look it up many times over the nine months.
You can read all about it on Julijonas Urbonas’s website. Let me know if it fills you with the same strange wonder and horror and disgust as it does me.
I have always been drawn to oddities, to things that are broken or are sick– because I am myself. A broken, sick oddity, but covered in the blood of Christ.