I almost wish I could’ve made it here before the museum closed. I’ll swear on my life that I never want kids, but seeing children smiling is one of those things that makes me feel all warm inside, like everything’s okay and the world is beautiful after all.

My drawing of the site

The staircase outside the Children’s Museum is short and confined on both sides, enciting that cosy feeling I get when sitting in a corner or wrapped up in a blanket — open enough to ease the claustrophobia but enclosed enough to feel safe. There’s something pleasantly serene about the mostly empty streets around the area that reminds me of being in school after everyone’s gone home, or waking up while it’s still dark. The world seems to settle, and nothing much matters anymore. Sitting here on the staircase, I remember there is quiet in the universe.