The Dream of a Book Library

I may be awake, but I can somehow say, it isn’t real. I’m confused with the knowledge surrounding me. I am standing in the middle of a book library, complete with books, visible in all possible directions. Bookshelves everywhere, lying in silence. I can hear myself breathing as well as my heartbeat regularly. Set within the ceiling above, I can see rows of lights placed exactly between two shelves, allowing one to see what books have been placed on the racks. Continue reading

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