I found a lot of shadows of art.
I found a lot of reflective surfaces and a lot of light and a lot of awkwardness and a lot of screens.
I found a lot of architecture.
Outside the museum, I found tar. Before I even set foot in the museum, I spent at least half an hour clinging to a chain link fence, watching the earth bubble up and pop onto itself, a thick black that became a thin yellow that returned to a thick black.
But what I mostly found was repetition. But repetition with holes in it. Like a sentence repeated but slowly losing its punctuation. Does that even count as change? Does a lost comma negate a pattern? Is anyone in this museum? Is anyone I'm looking for in this museum with these bricks and this wood and this screaming for screaming's sake?
I will go to every museum until I no longer resemble this shape.