Every city I visit starts with a trip to the public library. They are the most democratic of spaces. I love these great temples to free inquiry for more than the obvious reasons.
Like the shelved books, one can withdraw the men inside and find in them, the spirit guides to the deep underbelly of any city, those people and places that never appear in print in the Chamber of Commerce brochures. Of course, I am often grateful to my tour guides; especially the ones filed under sexual compulsion.
I love public libraries, my magical gardens of groins.
2 comments:
As an anarchist librarian, I greatly appreciate your sensitivities. You're exactly the type of lowlife whore we need more of between the stacks. `The Story of O` is the nearest thing to a `your novel`, I think, but I suspect that your grinding reality may well outstrip such limpid fantasy, and that you belong securely chained in the 306.7s.
Thanx!
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