Twas thinking about Iron Man flying, and falling, and art nouveau, and ambigrams. Daydreamed this image. Iris pointed out that I want non-solid objects to have mass and weight to them. When I was probably 4 or 5 I would get headaches that I perceived came from large, solid yet invisible blocks of air smacking back and forth into each other and also onto my little skull. Later, I spent an afternoon in grad school trying really hard to see if I could somehow see or otherwise detect the wavy part of a light wave. That wasn’t successful, but I hope it looks like curly blonde hair if you can slow it down, magnify it enough, and turn the brightness down.