October 4, 2020
Wandering through a museum is both a treat and an adventure; I cannot recall the last time I indulged. I love these buildings, mostly empty, and free entry. They echo, resonating with footsteps always walk away, vague metallic ringings, struck glass or chiming bells, hushed voices and distantly banging doors. The empty rooms seemed full, crowded not only with objects but with the longing and dreams of those who lived before. I find evidence in the smoothed and polished surfaces of these treasured objects of the resilience of the past, where palms were pressed time and time again until burnished.