The Madness has ended.
We have a rare still moment to sit and just ponder on what we have achieved.
Sat in a chair, in the quiet museum space, gazing at our images,our history. Our stories,our heritage.
It’s a bizarre experience. It’s strange. It’s my favorite word. It’s surreal.
A few people wander around wordlessly, looking intently at the visual offerings and I want to question, I want to probe. I want to know their thoughts.
But I don’t ask, I watch as they walk slowly away.