It’s just an empty room — a literal blank space. Ok, well, there is that pile of furniture, arranged in a jumbled, haphazard way that suggests either a makeshift sanctuary or an arcane, sacred ritual. And a cardboard cutout of what looks like an ancient Nazarean, playing an echoing recording of various languages. And a random stop sign, with its central command curiously rendered backwards as if glimpsed in a mirror. And yes, if you venture past that first opening and keep moving down an