Destination: BMW Museum (assignment 2)

The BMW museum is much what one would expect a modern, state-of-the-art car museum to be. Everything is completely sterile, neat, and over the top modern. As I sit in the strange, square-looking “chair,” I am surprised at how comfortable it actually is. The table, which is lit from the inside, is warm to the touch. There is no distinguishable smell in air, which means it must be clean. Looking around, the ceilings are high, which gives the entire place a sense of grandeur, albeit slightly drafty. The entire interior is silver and concrete, with the exception of one wall made entirely of glass. The whole place gives off the feeling that it was designed to impress. I can’t really distinguish individual voices; just the quiet and gentle humming of visitors. The vastness of the museum keeps all noises at a murmur. Visitors are mostly tourists with cameras and backpacks. One lady, however, is dressed for a banquet or gala of sorts. She is wearing a shimmery metallic dress that complements her silver hair. She is casually and elegantly sipping her glass of pomegranate juice. She is in no rush. Her serenity is almost mesmerizing amidst the hustle and bustle of the other guests. Over my left-hand shoulder, workers try to keep the cars clean as tourists excitedly leave fingerprints across the shiny exteriors. “Mamaaaa....” At the table next to me, a little girl complains as her mother scolds her for only eating parts of her sandwich. She whines as her mom takes the sandwich, wraps it all together, and hands it back. Even in other cultures kids are forced to eat all their food. I can’t understand what they say, but it is a familiar scene, especially coming from a large family myself. The girl quietly sobs into her glass of juice. Poor kid. I can sympathize with her plight. Various plants have been placed carefully around the room. Being all pruned and shaped, they offer absolutely no warmth to the hard decor. There is a couch in one end of the room, which is shaped like a serpentine river and looks just as uninviting. The dignified lady has left. Her meal has been placed and stacked carefully on her tray. The cool air-conditioning is a wonderful relief from the hot July climate. The little girl has stopped crying and is now dancing around the table. Just as in other countries, children are quick to forget their worries. Around the museum, people are coming, going, and trying to figure out their next destination on little folded maps. I guess this is what innovation looks like.