Nestled deep in the unassuming Penn Quarter area of the district, a drug-culture-inspired wonderland has overtaken the lobby of another seemingly unassuming landmark at 641D St. NW. Companion to another event occurring there, this carnival sprouted, it looks like, from inside the walls of this place, pink fur growing from columns and on helpless animals. Sensory experiences, like the pictured “Hear Me” audio wall, where you can hear stories I won’t describe here. Rhinestones glitter from one corner, Christmas lights sparkle in another. Prepare yourself for a sensory overload, though only with a pass, if you dare test the limits of your consciousness, and your values (before April 21st). Who says DC is uncultured or puritanical? Not the half naked mannequin adorned with hot pink skirt and flowery lei in the corner. He thinks just the opposite. I asked him.