Why did it feel so unusual to be in a space where art was treated as something intellectually serious and socially shared? It should not feel exceptional to be among artists, curators and engaged viewers who approach an exhibition as a site of inquiry. Yet it did feel exceptional. It felt almost like entering a parallel cultural reality within the same island. Fluid Persistence asks what water wants, and in doing so it frames water as a force that resists containment. Do we expect it to decorate, to soothe, to fill a cultural quota? Or do we allow it to provoke, to complicate, to gather people into sustained dialogue?