Man Alone in a Museum

The Man in the Museum murmurs "Art could be just a reflection of life...".



He floats along as though in a dream in the 'Ethereal Wing' of the Museum. "It's like I'm in a dream.", he thinks to himself.



He silently accepts his part in the art universe. The sun, the moon, the man.



As though beamed through time, the past casts its shadow, like a tiny eclipse of the mind, and the Man asks "Who...am...i?"



"Now back to real life?".



"I feel warm here."



"Just as I thought - so simple."



As he contemplated which way to go, a voice in his head whispered "You know the way..."



A conversation started between The Man and the painting. This painting was large, but not in comparison to the size of the large empty room where it was hung.



"Hmmm, hmm, hmmm", the man hummed quietly.



Now The Man understood how intricately life and art are woven together, and would carry his momentary eclipse and revelatory 'Who...am...i" with him until such time as light carried him into the next universe.