Without the library, you have no civilization.
The train skimmed on softly, slithering, black pennants fluttering, black confetti lost on its own sick-sweet candy wind, down the hill, with the two boys pursuing, the air was so cold they ate ice cream with each breath.
... bums on the outside, libraries inside.
We need our Arts to teach us how to breathe
How do you get so empty? Who takes it out of you?
Life is about trying things to see if they work.