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Swirling downward from that giant matchstick, I wondered whether my partners had the same position as me. Glancing, I noticed perfect form. Then I remembered I had a pie in the oven. Then my cellphone rang. It was the pie guy.

photo by Ben Stechschulte

In this case the video screens smallify the action, not bigefy.

It looked cool; it sounded cool. And what you can’t see or hear is that the jets of smell were cool too. This moment is the "rotting clam smell" moment.