I was wandering around the Museum of My Life (MoML) with the audio guide, which you can purchase for a nominal sum along with your museum ticket when you are born. (However, this ticket does not include entrance to the Tour of Ornamental Gardens, unfortunately, which I've always considered a rip-off, to be honest. I mean, c'mon). Anyway, after strolling through the frankly predictable and underwhelming Hall of Awkward Teenage, I came to the Young Adult Exhibit, or Number 16 as it is called on the museum's Audio Guide controls. I pressed the appropriate button and waited for the narration to begin.
But instead of a brief synopsis and scholarly critique of my young adult years, all I heard through the guide's headphones was a burst of maniacal laughter that continued for some time. And that was all.
Perhaps there was some sort of malfunction with the guide? A digital glitch or something along those lines. Sure, my young adult years weren't exactly Malte Laurids Brigge standard but were definitely worth a short considered analysis, even if the final verdict proved unfavorable. I mean, c'mon.
Disconcerted, I switched the audio guide off and made my way back to the ticket office. I obviously needed some respite from these oppressive galleries of artifacts from various stages of my life. I had hoped to gaze in awe at a personal equivalent of Michelangelo's David but found myself confronted by a series of Giacometti rejects instead.
Perhaps it was not too late to join the Ornamental Garden Tour? I was pretty vague about what the Ornamental Garden of My Life would look like, but even if was just a sad goldfish floating around an overgrown pond at least I would be outside in the fresh air, not stuck in a marble mezzanine between rooms of exhibits I'd rather forget.