My wife and I walked around the Mexican War Streets 'hood for an hour waiting for Mattress Factory to open it's gates one Saturday morning this past March.
This stroll was the perfect antecedent to contrast with the museum - and I'm including the building itself. No accident of course. The campus grounds contain the foundations of two row homes that have been turned into a contemplative garden of ruins. Bucolic wilderness noises artificially piped in surround sound via speakers. Guilt inducing.
Inside, the building continues to serve as a wonderful backdrop... and the artwork. What a fucking trip! Pretty much loved it all. We sat in the pitch black for 15min (2nd floor) trying to experience the art while two strangers talked over our shoulders, and we all felt a little awkward. But then we realized it's pitch black, so there's really no reason to feel this way. We all relaxed while they laughed about tripping acid.
It may have helped that we were the only people in the place for the first 1/2 hour. Nothing like a museum to yourself.
Bonus: bathroom in the basement. A true place of solace when you start getting overwhelmed.