I could have gone to the Whitney to see the O'Keefe drawing, or the Neue gallery to see the Klimts .
But no, I chose The Natural Histoy Museum, the only museum in Manhattan where you feel... not so safe.
Our barbaric history. I knew there was something wrong with me when I later passed by statues of the Buddha and was unmoved. Like a stranger. I am changed.
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