When first entering the library, with your shadow darkly following behind, you walk up to the counter and ask the aged librarian (who’s wise to understand to understand carved in dust) and say:
- I need a book to match my curls, would you think it’s best with hues of Piketty or Philip Roth, or should I try to dye myself infernal hiding inside Dante?
- I need a place to sing, where can I find the restroom?
- I’m hungry and need some food for thought, what Dewey Decimal can give me calories that last?
- I find this silence too oppressive, in what department can I scream?
- My questions are like desert sand, please give me words of water? Can you kindly act as my oasis?
The aged librarian caresses thinning hair, and gazes at you with his milky eyes. Most likely he mistakes you for himself, or a son he never had. He says:
- A random quote in Latin, while giggling at a joke he HEARD when he was five.
- He says nothing, but you read the Morse-code of heartbeats and keep it to yourself.
- The world’s a hovercraft, and we are passengers until we reach the shores of Styx.
- He tells you where to find the poetry department and starts reciting passages from Howl.
- Would you like a tepid cup of tea from my chipped mug?
And thus the library will stay insane.
The out of standard prompt by Izy at toads always brings a surprise, and the multiple choice one was great fun to use.
February 24, 2017