It is packed, and there is a lot of it. Every room is full of people that line the walls, standing before the paintings, and you try not to feel overwhelmed but you do, especially when you look beyond the room to the next, and that is full too, and even beyond that you can see more.
We slowly meander through it, we don't look at everything because you cant. And it doesn't matter anyway, we are here for free. So we don't have to see it all. Perhaps realising that, in one room we just sit down on a bench. In that room is a massive painting which is just white, but with a thin crooked line making its way from the bottom of the painting to the top.
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