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 […]
Category Archives: the aged librarian
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 […]
Dewey decimal
The aged librarian sometimes uses hands to scribble signs on book-spines to dewey decimal the manuals and catalog the book of psalms Sometimes he will sweep the floors or dust […]
He is library
His library is ripe with voices; within each book there are calls for action; calls to wait; commands for war and pleas for peace. Never silent (resilient) books are pain […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 