me...

There's something funereal about a library. Claustrophobic aisles through steel catacombs, crowded with tattered, deteriorating remains, arranged by cold decimal assignment. Millions of lives spelled out in arbitrary, archaic symbols of black and white. Millions more engaged in the ritual hibernation of reading, curled up between the covers in their silent, paper tombs. Fanatically they chant their souls away in the controlled, imagined world of others, lest they should find themselves in fresh air, creating a real world of their own.

And, as is the tragedy of any organized religion, they grasp everything but the point - every volume, every chapter, every page, every stanza, every line, every word, every dangling leg of every lower-case 'y' is screaming just one thing: Live!

Current Mood: volleying
Current Music: "She was one of a kind, she's just mine all mine" - You Shook Me All Night Long, AC/DC

posted by Arthur @ 9/01/2002 02:01:00 AM

Sunday, September 01, 2002