Crowded in an Empty Room

There was a light drizzle today. Overall, a grey day with short intervals of sunlight. I went to the National Portrait Gallery. I enjoyed the Frida Kahlo exhibit because I've seen her self-portraits, so it was neat to see other people's photographs of Kahlo. Walking through the exhibit was quite depressing because her piercing eyes seemed so sad.

I walked into this one room with ornate green walls and I sat on the bench in the middle of the room. The four walls were covered from floor to ceiling with portraitures (25 total) of random people from British history. It was a bit intimidating as I faced the stares from all sides - confused looks, sly looks, annoyed looks - I almost felt judged. Although I was the only one in the room, it almost felt crowded. I had to get up and leave. Am I going mad? Possibly.