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Museums again!
The setting: A very open museum of natural history, or perhaps a zoo.. realistically it was a hybrid of both. The sunlight streamed through large windows into a spacious white walled interior. I was fighting with someone... he was a young male who looked like he was in his late 20's but facial hair might have made him look older. He was about my height, had light brown wavy hair with a short beard and some scraggly facial hair. He looked fairly attractive, he had assertive body language and I was under the impression we were in a relationship and he was a little too possessive... making me do things I'd rather not do, even if he had the best intentions.
I remember leaving him in a hallway, a crossroad of rooms. The lighting was dimmer than the rest of the museum, akin to the lighting in the Ann Arbor Museum of Fine Arts. I left him (I think he was distracted by another person: a security guard asking if there was a problem? A peer he had met out of the blue?) and went into an adjacent room full of bugs in clean compartmental exhibits. This room was exceptionally bright and filled with life. The bugs were in compartments with vibrant colors: bright green grasses and plants, rich brown earth tones... I'm sure the stark naked white walls helped bring these colors out.
There were children and other patrons in the bug room (etymology?) and it was surprisingly child friendly. There were interactive exhibits where children could get hands on education on the anatomy and other interesting facts of bugs: one such exhibit was in the center of the large room. To the right (from the entrance facing in) there was a ledge/bench/sitting area (my vocabulary sucks!) There was a child and his father interacting with the center exhibit and between me and the exit there was an older man, maybe in his 40's or late 30's. He was round, dark haired (short and bristly) and dressed rather plainly (sweats, hoody, greasy and dark colors). As I went to sit on the ledge (I was wearing shorts for some reason) I accidentally knocked over a jar full of mosquitoes and ended up essentially sitting on it. In the commotion that ensued I thought "Man... I hope these guys weren't important," "I hope I don't get kicked out," and "Boy will I regret this in the morning." Shorts and sitting on a swarm of mosquitoes (easily 1 thousand+.)
Fun stuff.
The setting: A very open museum of natural history, or perhaps a zoo.. realistically it was a hybrid of both. The sunlight streamed through large windows into a spacious white walled interior. I was fighting with someone... he was a young male who looked like he was in his late 20's but facial hair might have made him look older. He was about my height, had light brown wavy hair with a short beard and some scraggly facial hair. He looked fairly attractive, he had assertive body language and I was under the impression we were in a relationship and he was a little too possessive... making me do things I'd rather not do, even if he had the best intentions.
I remember leaving him in a hallway, a crossroad of rooms. The lighting was dimmer than the rest of the museum, akin to the lighting in the Ann Arbor Museum of Fine Arts. I left him (I think he was distracted by another person: a security guard asking if there was a problem? A peer he had met out of the blue?) and went into an adjacent room full of bugs in clean compartmental exhibits. This room was exceptionally bright and filled with life. The bugs were in compartments with vibrant colors: bright green grasses and plants, rich brown earth tones... I'm sure the stark naked white walls helped bring these colors out.
There were children and other patrons in the bug room (etymology?) and it was surprisingly child friendly. There were interactive exhibits where children could get hands on education on the anatomy and other interesting facts of bugs: one such exhibit was in the center of the large room. To the right (from the entrance facing in) there was a ledge/bench/sitting area (my vocabulary sucks!) There was a child and his father interacting with the center exhibit and between me and the exit there was an older man, maybe in his 40's or late 30's. He was round, dark haired (short and bristly) and dressed rather plainly (sweats, hoody, greasy and dark colors). As I went to sit on the ledge (I was wearing shorts for some reason) I accidentally knocked over a jar full of mosquitoes and ended up essentially sitting on it. In the commotion that ensued I thought "Man... I hope these guys weren't important," "I hope I don't get kicked out," and "Boy will I regret this in the morning." Shorts and sitting on a swarm of mosquitoes (easily 1 thousand+.)
Fun stuff.