The museum where there’s just a passport photo of you, unlabelled, lying on the floor of the deserted atrium

just a passport photo of you


The museum of knowing when it’s time to call it quits (permanently closed)

the museum of knowing when it's time to call it quites (permanently closed)


The museum of cheerful self-deception

the museum of cheerful self-deception


The museum of being neck-deep in shit

the museum of being neck-deep in shit


The museum of perfectly good mattresses we found just lying out on the sidewalk

the museum of perfectly good mattresses we found just lying out on the sidealk