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I wandered into the National Gallery on a whim, while strolling through the Company’s Garden. I think the gallery was about to close, but the kind lady at the desk said I could look around for a while, “two halls to the left, and two to the right”. Furthest to the right, I saw the megaphone on its tripod stand, a symbol of power both cartoonish and sinister. Then I got lost in a dark room where a giant wooden contraption, driven by gears and pulleys, was clunking and wheezing in perpetual motion. On the walls, projected images of a metronome ticking back and forth, faster and faster. Music played: a symphony of chaos and beauty, blasts of mournful tuba overlaid with looped voices. I was alone in the room. It was a private performance, intense and surrealistic, of “The Refusal of Time”, a multimedia installation by William Kentridge. If you’re in Cape Town, and you have the time, go and experience it. It’s mind-blowingly good.