I was in Texas a few years back at a museum that houses my favorite painting ever, and it was my second time visiting the museum, so the second we get there, I know exactly where it is and go straight to it, breaking the flow of museum goers gently flowing in kind of a mindless set path and I sit at a bench in front of the painting and just enjoy my time with it for not even joking a solid 20 minutes and when I look up there's a fucking crowd standing around me looking at the painting with me. Like people were flowing through the exhibits and see some weirdo sitting down staring at a single painting, and probably think "oh what's he looking at?" And girl when I tell you security was eyeing my ass the after the first 5 minutes, MAN. I love that painting.
