I had planned only to go for a look at the British Museum with Nana. There wasn't any exhibition in particular I wanted to see.
This was my third time visiting the museum. The place felt quite familiar.
Still, there were permanent collections I had not explored.
Unexpectedly, I strolled into the Greek room again.
Nine months ago, I was the boy in the photo, sitting in front of the sculptures drawing sketches. Nine months later, my heart and brain are packed with stories and images. What kind of person am I now?