I feel at home when I am at a library.
Hiding behind the shelves full of books. Sitting quietly and listening to the whispers of children who can’t help but speak the thoughts that cross their minds—they remind me of myself. Reading a few words, then writing some. Imagining all the adventures that wait for me in the unread pages all around me.
I enter the library and I am at peace.
I find a place at an empty desk where I can see and smell the books. Then I open my laptop. I don’t connect it to the internet.
I don’t know of any other place where I can work with such clarity and focus. I don’t know of any other place where I enjoy my work this much.
When was the last time you visited the library?