As a person who wants to become a writer, libraries are all at once my haven and my hell. All around me are works of art, each book whispering its contents to passersby. Whispering to me. It brings me an untold amount of peace to be surrounded by so much creativity. At the same time, as I wander about I can’t help but wonder: What more can there possibly be to write about? What can I possibly add to this body of knowledge that has given me so many of the answers I seek and so much of the knowledge rattling about in my head? Not much..
My hope lies in the fact that there is something… I just haven’t found it.
I can only imagine that this is how a devout person feels in their place of worship.
