How did i not ever realise i had an obsession with museums?
I love the museums. Its not just the art pieces. But everything else. I’m a little too observant. I observe things around me. I take note of all these little details of things that happens around me.
So i sat down while i posted this picture of me on instagram the other day, and i had some thoughts about it. What is it about the museums that i love about. I’m having this weird obsession now. So here it is i guess.
- The silence
- the sound of people walking
- High rise ceilings
- people squinting their eyes to read the tiny little description of the art
- the whispers you hear
- Super huge art pieces up on the wall
Peace out till the next post, xo.