It felt like walking into some seedy underworld.
I didnt know where I was and I questioned if the Tate Britain was really on the opposite side of the door I went through to get here. A modern day rabbit hole without the Mad Hatter, Cheshire Cat and the Red Queen but instead machine guns, taxi offices, Islamic prayer books and arcade games.
I didnt know what to think but I knew how I felt: totally uncomfortable and like an outsider.
Yet, as I wandered through this maze something changed. Within 45 minutes I started to know my way through and the rooms became familiar as I learned what was behind each door without having to open it again.
I’m told there is a different exit than the entrance but I didn’t find it this time. Perhaps I will return soon to challenge my psyche again, looking for that exit while also examining if I feel different knowing what to expect behind that first door.