This hippocampus lives inside building 46 at Google in Mountain View. I walk past her* often, and I always stop.
She is a dream trapped in a latex room. Most of the time she has nothing but electrical gadgets, event notices, and a couple of office plants to gaze at.
Surprised (every time!) to see her, I stand by her head and let her gaze at me … and I’m reminded that I have forgotten something important, but what? What is it? Has even she forgotten, dry-docked as she is?
For photos that do justice to the hippocampus, please visit the artist’s website (http://www.mardistorm.com/).
* Is she a her? I don’t know. To me she is.