Sometimes I see a certain sadness in a museum guard. Who can know what goes on in a life. They stand there hours a day in a polyester jacket, surrounded by art and having to tell people not to touch what is beautiful.
Sometimes I see a certain sadness in a museum guard. Who can know what goes on in a life. They stand there hours a day in a polyester jacket, surrounded by art and having to tell people not to touch what is beautiful.