On the Art of Getting Lost in Libraries
There is a particular kind of loneliness that only exists between the shelves of a university library at midnight. It is not unpleasant — rather, it feels like being the last person in a cathedral. The books breathe around you, centuries of thought compressed into paper and ink.I found a copy of Borges' "The Library of Babel" misplaced in the theology section. Perhaps it belonged there after all.