Abstract topography.

Children were having a ball. They were fascinated by the constantly changing view […]. The feeling was of moving into another room every time a corner was turned. It was a massive game of "peek-a-boo" that they discovered almost instinctively. Parents were either unnerved that they couldn't lay eyes on their progeny every second or joined in with gusto.

Some were uneasy. Many of the works, especially those rendered in lead, appear to by very precariously balanced. The obvious weight of each one appeared to lead some to visualize the fact that if one fell, it would be a disaster. […] The sense of motion can be slightly dizzying. At the entrance is a massive visual joke - a slab of steel suspended from the ceiling.

However, we spent an hour or so outdoors eating ice cream and watching people walk […]. Those that had the audio tour were marching like soldiers, dutifully examining what they were told to. Others moved slowly around, then through, mostly looking up, but periodically sideways, as though to assure themselves that the walls didn't go on forever.

The only fly in the ointment is that there are signs everywhere telling people not to touch anything, and large docents who reinforced the dictum vigorously. […]

It's hard to describe. On entering the room, all you're conscious of is size. These things are massive and designed, in part, to make the viewer feel small. Stay for a moment though, and it starts to make sense.

There's a feeling of rightness to the arrangement, no matter how visually chaotic it seems on the surface. There are places where all you seem to see is a massive wall of rusted steel, but when a person appears, apparently from nowhere, you can see the spaces between the walls. It's as much about the negative space as the positive.

Our reaction to the New Fray's First Day? Not quite. The post above is actually  museum commentary from Frayster MessyONE, describing her experience of MoMA's Serra exhibit, featured in yesterday's slide show.

Though Fraywatch is still settling into our new cyberdigs, Fraysters are already back to business as normal. Beyond the Art Forum, great discussion is raging in our TV Club Fray—a perfect supplement for you Sopranos fans who can't get enough discussion of the show's looming finale.

If your interests run towards new frontiers, you might want to follow PhysicsGirlinto quantum space or join  William Saletan as he ventures into virtual space.

David Plotz's Blogging the Bible has been receiving  a touching send-off on its way to the Great Beyond. Meanwhile, our chief political correspondent, John Dickerson, has made a classy entrance into the Politics Department's Fray.

We Fray Editors now have our own place, too. You can track our recommendations in real time (aka, our "job performance"). So, maybe not everything about the New Fray is worthy of love. Still... if you're stuck at a desk job, bookmark this link to keep tabs on the daily Editor's Choice Awards.

Overall, the Fray's face-lift has received a very warm welcome. We're still working out the bugs and open to suggestions, so please keep the input coming in our Fix the Fray Forum. On several issues, we've heard you loud and clear: (1) something is seriously off with the view-counter; (2) it's difficult to track replies to your posts; and (3) the central column is too narrow. We're compiling a list of bugs and complaints, and our developers are working night and day to redress them all. Your supportiveness and patience have been overwhelming—thank you.

The lots apparently fell on Gregor_Samsa, grizzled Fray veteran, to fuse Fray assessment with performance art in his masterful post, "Utopia: A Postmodernist Hell:"

We live in difficult times. In the western world, compared to a century ago, the average person lives thirty years longer. Infant mortality and contagious diseases have nearly disappeared, violent crimes are lower and the work week has shrunk to almost half. Any schmuck living today can enjoy comforts, travel the world, appreciate the arts and wine and dine in a way that was possible only for the aristocracy not so long ago. Add to this the fact that haircuts are a lot cheaper nowadays and free porn is available everywhere, and things begin to look very gloomy indeed. If everything continues to improve at this rate, we could soon face an epidemic of severe depression, and possibly, mass suicide.

Jerome K. Jerome writes about the time he was having some minor symptoms and decided to look up a medical encyclopedia to get a diagnosis. Bad idea. It soon became very clear that our man was suffering from every fatal disease known to mankind, except Housemaid's Knee. Before the advent of modern medicine, people would cheerfully die at forty, run over by a horse or bleeding from unknown causes. Now we cower till eighty, putting everything we eat under a microscope, opening our posteriors to polyp hunters and worrying about insurance. No spam about penis enlargement has been found on the cave walls in Lascaux, proving that most of our anxieties have a modern origin.

The Fray upgrade unveiled this week mirrors this human condition perfectly. I don't know whether Fray 2.0 is superior to its predecessor, but if the loud collective whine of a million fusspots is any indication, it must be. We came here to seek refuge from the toxic fumes of progress that has engulfed civilization. I was expecting the new Fray to be viewable only in a DOS window in typewriter font, the messages scrolling down in real time providing a brief opportunity to catch them before they disappeared forever. Instead, we get this over adorned, unwieldy mess, proving that the caretakers had every resource at their disposal except wisdom.

Social philosophers come in two stripes (depending on whether they were spanked as a child) – the sunny and the morose. Marx was convinced that all conflicts push society towards a final utopia of harmonious prosperity, while the forlorn Malthus saw us engaged in a Sisyphean struggle that will inevitably end in squalor. Suffice it to say that simpletons like these should have chosen pursuits more suited to their temperament, like pizza delivery or telemarketing. Schumpeter alone among modern thinkers realized that understanding progress calls for an ironic approach, which inspired him to call it 'creative destruction'. With typical Viennese drunkenness, though, he got it exactly backwards.

Every time we advance one step, our aspirations take two steps forward. Whenever you fix a problem, you'll learn about two more in need of attention. Life used to be a brief adventure. Now it is nasty, brutish and long. I can see the Fray of the future – an infinitely customized hall of sighs, where people are too busy adjusting font colors, toggling between multiple screen views and worrying about the right combination of settings to ever post anything at all. It would reflect a similar existence outside, where every waking moment will be spent fiddling with the controls of life, adjusting blood pressure, dopamine, libido, nose length, financial portfolios, global climate and a zillion other things.

I say, fcuk that. Somebody please bomb us back to the stone age.

If you haven't yet joined us, we're eagerly awaiting your arrival in the spruced-up Fray. The dust hasn't settled yet, but the new furniture is breaking in nicely. GA … 4:00 am PDT.