Oolong tea
“Is the library like woods or sea? Do books resemble trees or waves?” Maybe they are both, the aged librarian ponders as he stirs his Oolong tea while sifting through […]
Category Archives: the aged librarian
A librarian’s name
It was a bright and sunny day when he first entered the library; he had a name that wasn’t borrowed from the books. His name was given and told of […]
The library remains insane
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 […]
eight one one
A room without books is like a body without a soul. Cicero The aged librarian have ceased to shave — his beard’s another shade of grey and when he walks […]
Ghosts of poets lost
His books are ghosts of poets lost the aged librarian is not alone at night when moonlight kisses frost on papers, words grow blood and bone of authors that he […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 