One thing I like is the old, dusty exhibitions at Museum of Natural History. I am sure other places have museums like these too. Places that computers have yet to destroy with their blob-blob, zap-zap. It’s like a museum ate itself. Or like a museum of a museum. It’s the manifestation of the dictionary definition of a museum. Dust, dust, dust. If it wasn’t for all the children who come there, it would be a nice place to go: