roaming the large, spacious gallery, hearing nothing other than the soft echo of footsteps on the cold concrete and an occasional camera shutter. despite my constant state of loneliness, i feel a peculiar connection to my fellow appreciators of classical art. looking at the pieces displayed on the walls is a look into the minds of the creators. it is such a private part of someone\'s soul portrayed in such a breathtaking way. i feel safe here, i feel like nothing can hurt me anymore.