I remember visiting museums as a young girl. I remember how quiet everything was. Everything felt so mute and careful and it made you aware of every sound that you made. That silence seemed to almost compel you not to speak at all, unless it was paramount and even then, it compelled you to be thoughtful in what you spoke. Because sound echoes in a museum. But it was a serene sort of silence where everyone soundlessly observed what was in front of them. That observance seemed to be shared by everyone viewing the exhibitions — almost like everyone knew that there was nothing to be said, only thought. If only people were as thoughtful, careful and silent in real life as they are in museums.
