Goodbye, Gem Stone-Studded Womb
“So many rainy afternoons in my childhood were spent wandering this dark, worn exhibit. The last time I was there as a grown-ass adult, I couldn’t get cell service. My response to this travesty is clearly that of an “old,” but I stand by this belief: sometimes what you really need is a room with only a cool rock to meditate on.”
The world is constantly changing, and the ability to accept that is the only thing that protects us from feeling an unending sense of loss. But on occasion, something pierces your adaptive armor and a steady stream of sloppy nostalgia pours from the wound; the American Museum of Natural History’s Ha…
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