“You must have input to get output” – Sting
People on the streets outside scurried all about between showers, Dark-gray clouds filled the sky. Rain pelted the windows, but I did not care. The corner I found in the library felt warm, a place to create my own world. Surrounded by the wisdom of all, I pulled a book from here and there, art, philosophy, poetry, black-and-white photography. Each set my mind wandering and imagining new things. Most importantly, I had forgotten entirely what I came to the library to seek.
I grew to enjoy many things at the library. The quirky staff that radiated the deep pride of knowledge, the reference desk person who thrived on the next questioned asked, the be-speckled music librarian who handled each recording like his own child. On any given day at the library, you may find students, job hunters, artists, those seeking a respite from work or the streets of the city. The library mix makes for a common ground. A place to dream, explore the world, feel secure, gain wisdom, swim through the history of humanity and be surrounded by the paper clay tablets of man. When young, I was not a good student. Library visits a penalty then with few notes taken. Now I leave libraries with pockets full of notes on worlds left to explore.
David Young
