This is a quiet place where I study works of art which I find to be meaningful.

All are welcome.

I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and to those who are still men. This I have known ever since I stretched out my fingers to the abomination within that great gilded frame; stretched out my fingers and touched a cold and unyielding surface of polished glass.
— H.P. Lovecraft
I am solitary as grass. What is it I miss?
Shall I ever find it, whatever it is?
— Sylvia Plath