Chapter 8 (Episode 2 )–When Curiosity Eats Like a Buffet and the Brain Trying to Download a Museum
After checking “panda” off my list,
I headed to the National Museum of Nature and Science, where an entire exhibition on mollusca waited for me.
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It was unexpectedly fascinating. I admired the scientists’ dedication — the preserved specimens, the immaculate skeletons, the labels written with the seriousness of ancient philosophers.
I moved through the museum the way one eats an overambitious buffet —
door by door,
floor by floor,
convinced I could absorb everything if only I tried hard enough.
I read labels with devotion, storing facts in my head like souvenirs, and briefly wished I were a machine.
A simple download would have been far more efficient, and my brain was already showing signs of protest.
On the ground floor, enormous mollusks lay in quiet confidence, their alien eyes attracting visitors as if they were in on a secret the rest of us had missed.
In the room to the right, shells appeared in every imaginable size and colour — former homes of creatures now long gone.
Some were so large that I found myself wondering whether such animals still roam the planet, politely avoiding humans, and revealing themselves only to scientists with white gloves and serious expressions.
The first floor took me further back in time, to when humans were merely another participant in the grand biological experiment.
Here I encountered a dinosaur skeleton of alarming proportions — far larger than the one I had admired in Tomioka.
I stood there, dwarfed and mildly humbled, while my brain attempted to process several million years of evolution at once and quietly failed.
By the time I reached the second and third floors, I was moving more slowly, no longer chasing facts but admiring the people who had gathered them — and the building that held them.
The architecture felt distinctly un-Asian, with something European, almost Roman, about it.
I half-expected a toga to appear.
Coloured mirrors shaped like flowers and ancient birds reflected the light, the exhibits, and occasionally my own expression — that of a traveler happily lost in too much knowledge.
I observed every detail until my brain began to protest, politely at first, then with increasing urgency, begging for time to process what it had just been fed. There is only so much wonder one mind can swallow in a single afternoon.
Eventually, I surrendered and drifted down to the souvenir shop, drawn by the familiar traveler’s instinct: the fear that once I stepped outside this building, everything would evaporate.
I examined the shelves carefully, searching for a small, portable piece of memory — something to prove that I had been here, that I had seen all of this, that it had mattered.
It felt slightly absurd, standing there with postcards and trinkets, as if my entire afternoon of discovery could be compressed into an object that fit neatly into my luggage.
And yet, like travelers everywhere, I chose something anyway — just in case my mind decided, without warning, to forget everything the moment I walked out the door.
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