Untitled — 1 year ago
I was in a bad mood that day, and missing home, but decided to go in as I was walking past it. The building was beautiful, a woman had a heated argument with the security guard over checking her bag (he didn’t notice her showing it to him because he was checking mine, and then asked to see her bag kind of gruffly, and she said – also gruffly – that she had shown it to him twice already.
Anyway, I want to go back to actually see an exhibition instead of an argument.
