It’s been a while since I’ve been through the sandstone arches towards the cloud of must and models. The blank eyes of the elephant, craniums careening from the ceiling, the oily scratches on canvas: a familiar song.
For those who know Kelvingrove Museum and have for years, the building retains a quiet aura of calm. I breathe ceaseless, corroding centuries that now only exist in taxidermy, tokens and pictures.
'Y a toujours de la vie qui reste, même quand le diable est passé''Life always remains, even when the devil has passed by.'Tierno Monénembo