Space, Not Really a Final Frontier

Whenever I go to a museum when there are almost no other people around, I get the feeling that I am in an incredibly spacious house in which the owners are awaiting a furniture delivery. Maybe they ran out of money. The walls are well painted, the art is in place, but where's the furniture? Okay, it is an odd musing, but don't expect me to explain myself. You can accept it or remain confused. I've made my choice. The rest is up to you.