My birthday was yesterday, and I spent quite a bit of it strolling around the Minneapolis Institute of the Arts. There's something very special about art museums. I love that you can get lost in them, and seem to pass by the same room several times but always end up in a new place that you hadn't seen before. It's cheesy, but nothing bad ever happens in a museum. Nothing ever happens. Delicate pieces of art from 1000 BC are on display. It's like inside a museum, time stops. That's kind of an ironic way to spend a birthday, isn't it?
But anyway, the point of it is, I love them.
A few that stuck with me:
"Inside the museums, infinity goes up on trial. " -Bob Dylan, Visions of Johanna