August 8 continued
I continued to look around the surrealism exhibit, and Dad showed Ginny and I a "hall of mirrors." It was very disorienting -- you really couldn't tell which way was real and which way was just mirror. Mom thinks it was a metaphor for depression: it makes the person going through it understand how it's possible to feel trapped and uncertain, like there's no way out. I liked this part of the exhibit more, probably because, even though it was strange, I could understand it. I believe that good art can tell us something about ourselves or the world, and this exhibit did both.
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