feeling listless

Art Suw Charman visits Olafur Eliasson's Weather Project in the Turbine Hall at the Tate Modern:

"Stare for long enough and you get the distinct feeling that you are in actual fact lying on the ceiling, looking down on a gallery of tourists below. You watch them move: groups coming in and reacting as you did only moments ago; people standing with their arms folded, unimpressed; one small oasis of pink t-shirtedness wending his way though the crowds, standing out like an albino. You're floating, above the thin clouds, unconnected to your body."

Jealous? Me?