| | Dear Auburn University Library,
I visited you today, my friend, and you were filled with people. So many people, and I did not like it. Don't get me wrong, I was glad they were there. All those people, studying their hearts out...it's why you were made. I'm happy for you. But there was something unsettling about it. I almost would say that something was missing, but don't you agree it was the opposite? Don't you agree that there was something added, something that isn't usually there? But I suppose I'm saying that the flowers are less beautiful when they're all filled with bees looking for nectar. Ridiculous! You weren't less of yourself because everyone was making use of you, you were more. I know you look forward to this time of year for that very reason. But I must confess that it wasn't the same. That's why I left, you see. There's something about being immersed in the rows and rows of books...it's almost like bathing in every idea that's ever been thought. But you know what I mean. That's why we get along, you and I: we are after the same thing. That's why I'll always come back to you, once the crowds leave. I'm sorry that they only come inside when they need to make use of you. You know I don't think that way about it. I just don't want to get in their way. This is their time. I know you enjoy it, and I'm happy for you, really I am. But I'm still counting down the days until once again it's just you, me, and Dostoevsky.
I'm the one for you, my friend. I'll miss you over the break.
Yours,
Ben
P.S. Thank you very much for the book you lent me. I like it so far.
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| | Posted 12/8/2006 5:32 PM - 47 Views - 10 eProps - 5 comments
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