Behind their spines
Did you know that when the library is abandoned, late at night you may hear the voices of forgotten books? From behind their spines heartbeats are heard and from somewhere […]
Category Archives: the aged librarian
The garden of infinite choice
His library is wider than its wallsand taller than the border of its roof, It has oceans, mountains and pathsleading deeper ever deeper into forests. It has galaxies and deep […]
Morning glory
His hands are dry but in the corner of his eyea lonesome teardrop traps the joyful raysof morning-sun.as the library awakes. From dust to vellum,pressed between the breakfastand his dreams,in […]
Rooms filled with words
The universe (which others call the Library) is composed of an indefinite, perhaps infinite number of hexagonal galleries. Jorge Lous Borges, The Library of Babel. Which came first, the library or […]
The art of writing
The aged librarian still keeps the ancient typewriter he bought from his uncle when he had ambitions of becoming an author. “I must study the masters”, he said. But the […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 