लोस्त इन थे लिब्रर्य

I love going to the library.

I wander, the rows deceptively inviting into a neat mess of undiscovered pages. Each one a little present, opening into a different world. I slip my fingers down the spine, forming the words silently from fingertip to imagination. I am in Thailand, Brooklyn, cityforestoceandesert all at once. The floor softly creaks under my feet, comforting and awakening with each deliberate dreaming step.

I am lost, and completely at home.