What I miss most are the museums.
I spoke to a friend the other day about moving to Los Angeles.
I didn’t have anybody but I had a place. I went to the museum almost every day. I sometimes didn’t even look at the art. I just needed somewhere to go and I needed something familiar.
You can make a museum yours.
You can shut everyone else out.
You can make a home in art.
That’s what I miss most.
photograph taken in the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York.