The Louvre

The Louvre overwhelmed me. Billions of brush strokes, chisel cuts, and carvings, all made with such intent, over untold hours of labor. And here I am, spending, at best, 30 seconds of time appreciating them, if I’m able to notice them at all. 25,000 people are doing the same thing every day.

It’s Too Much art in one place. You could fill a thousand galleries with the pieces here. Some of the paintings would cover half my apartment. I walk with a sense of dread imaging what a stray bomb or fire would do to the works of humanity.

Go.