⌘ the gallery

the gallery — the wing you walk, hung with what it is about. Three floors of made things: ▨ ART, where abstraction turns out to have been invented by people trying to draw what cannot be drawn; ⌘ FILM, from a rabbi sealing a word into an amulet in 1920 to a documentary with Newman talking in it; and ♫ MUSIC, which is what a tradition of letters does when the letters run out — the shofar, the niggun, the night bakashot, the enormous repertoire of women's song that nobody wrote down, and the concert hall that took the melody and put it in a silent room. Press a plate to open it: the recording or song hanging there loads right then, the no-cookie YouTube frame or the Spotify player, same as every wing now. Nothing is requested before you press the plate — what you see first was drawn in this app. Everything on these walls that can be watched or heard was confirmed live before it was hung.