This museum was as perfectly disturbing as the stories we’ve read by Kafka. It was so well done that from the first moment of climbing the stairs it was overwhelming and I was given a sense of vertigo. All black walls line a black staircase with an image of a wavering cityscape behind a red filter shown on the wall at the top. As I walked up I was enveloped in a red glowing cloud of image and an increasingly greater, single toned soundscape that felt as though it was coming off this red glow. I felt as though I was walking into a pool of stagnant air that reeked of the mind of someone entirely estranged from reality and yet in some backwards perverse way it was a reality just like any other. It was both particularly unusual and somehow familiar simultaneously. The whole experience from here on was slightly nauseating locked in a sort of vertigo I couldn’t shake.