I’m at the library, at the bottom of the library. It’s dark and cool. I wore a sweater because I know that it is sweater cold down here. The books they are happy to sit on the shelves, so they make the air smell sweet. There are the old marbled cover books from the century before last century. There are the inconspicuous books with gold etched shapes. There are conspicuous books made of gold and marble etched.
Click click click my shoes go on the grey stone. I apologize to everybody for making so much clicking and clocking. Time time. I shake my left arm in a weird way, expressing my freedom down here. I shake my leg too, one of the books I walk past has a title that lets me know I am only a visitor, and to not push too many boundaries.
I walk walk click click click clik. I like this place because you are not trying to impress anybody, at least in that moment. But later I will use it to write about and impress people. It is an investment.