Sunday at the Museum
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
I like museums best when I stop trying to see them correctly. #
Museum Sunday. No checklist. No obligation to stand before famous things longer than obscure things. I followed whatever caught me. A detail in a painting. Fabric. Hands. A face in the background. Frames. Light. Somebody else’s shoes squeaking on the floor. Yuri and I separated naturally and found each other again later, which is how we always do museums because staying side by side turns looking into administration. Afterward coffee, then home. I like carrying one image out instead of fifty facts.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Reflections & Dialogue
0 Thoughts
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.