text: the library smells like old books a thousand leather doorways into other worlds i hear silence like the mind of god i feel a presence in the empty chair beside me the librarian watches me suspiciously but the library is a sacred place and i sit with the patron saint of readers pulsing goddess light moves through me for one moment like a glimpse of eternity instantly forgotten she is gone i smell mold i hear the clock ticking i see an empty chair ask me now and i ll say this is just a place where you can t play music or eat she s gone the library sucks