All this food looked amazing. It was only when you inspected it at close range did you discover its drawbacks:

• the multitude of dishes stretching across the banquet tables were inedible plastic models;
• the (real) corn on the cob was not meant to be eaten, but used as a tool for communication – you encoded your message in the maize by plucking out pieces of grain;
• the butcher’s display comprised cuts of human flesh.

So I was desperately disappointed to find nothing on the banquet table to eat. Then my attempts to send a message to ECM by maize were hopeless because I kept on accidentally nibbling at the wrong bits. There was, of course, no way to correct my grain grammar.

The ethics of selling human body parts was perhaps the most worrying aspect of all in this collection of odd food. I was thinking of reporting my outrage to the authorities when it dawned on me that this, amongst everything else, was just part of some quirky arts performance.