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Just books and mostly silence
May. 27th, 2015 09:45 amThe library is nice at this time of morning, just books and mostly silence. It is not as calm or as quiet as the Stacks, but it's what I've got.
I'm sitting by the windows, trying to relax, to be calm. It's kind of working? I want more books, but if I actually venture into the shelves it will just leave me frustrated and angry. Better to come here in a mood to browse than to be seeking something in particular. Going to the library shouldn't make me tense and yet this one always does.
All of my quiet spaces are filling with noise. Even at home during the day when it is just me. There's so much building going on around that I can hardly hear myself think.
I need to leave soon.
I have things to do today. Job application things. Time to tear off more tiny pieces of my soil and throw them into the wind. Limbo is slowly killing me.
I'm sitting by the windows, trying to relax, to be calm. It's kind of working? I want more books, but if I actually venture into the shelves it will just leave me frustrated and angry. Better to come here in a mood to browse than to be seeking something in particular. Going to the library shouldn't make me tense and yet this one always does.
All of my quiet spaces are filling with noise. Even at home during the day when it is just me. There's so much building going on around that I can hardly hear myself think.
I need to leave soon.
I have things to do today. Job application things. Time to tear off more tiny pieces of my soil and throw them into the wind. Limbo is slowly killing me.
