At the Luca Museum of Natural History I spend my whole day around dead things, so I know the stillness and the color and the smells.
Honestly, living people frighten me more than the dead. I’m forever startled by their movement or overly loud voices. I’m not sure why people talk like shouting. Laughter echoes around the museum’s grand hall, mingling with the screeches of school children and booming commands of the adults. That is why I work at night, in the back, with only the occasional tuneless whistle of the janitors to disrupt me.