They only give you 10 minutes to explore the exhibit itself, making sure to note that you can’t sit on the windowsills or touch the books, and if you walk out into the hallway, you can’t go back in.
Normally, I’d be annoyed by all of these restrictions, but it turned out I didn’t want to spend more than 10 minutes in the exhibit anyway. It was cool, but more in a “glad I did this because I couldn’t do something like this anywhere else” kind of way. Which is a perfectly acceptable way to be cool in my opinion.
New York does that to you–changes your perception of normal, challenges what you think you can tolerate, alters your idea of fun, and redefines what it means to be alive.
Do you think I’m exaggerating? Move here. Then try Discovering Columbus. Try looking out your window. Try sitting at home alone in your apartment and listening to the sounds of the city you don’t get anywhere else.
You’ll probably be frustrated at first by all of the things you just can’t get here: space, silence, calm. But then you’ll realize you wouldn’t have it any other way.