The music is a delight at the ear, and sunlight plays lacework shadows across the floor. This is a safe place — but the emotion remains all-encompassing.
The library of libraries is a book-filled paradise. Its walls carry the testimonies of all humans, those who’ve lived and those who will live. Each soul has his own book.
Your Book is thick with a hundred thousand words, your name printed in bright blue letters across the cover.
What’s your Book about? Where does it start, and where does it take you? What’s the tone? What vocabulary does it employ?
You have a burning question. There’s something painful in your life, and you stay awake long into the night looking for an answer. It’s urgent, and the emotion is killing you. Maybe it’s a daughter who uses drugs. Or you’re coping with an illness, stuck with out-of-control anger, or trying to decide whether to drop […]
You are the wind and see yourself in the distance. You see a human. The human sits in a red chair at the center of the room, head leaning back, eyes closed, a half smile on their lips…
The Library of Libraries is a book-filled paradise. Its walls carry the testimonies of all humans, those who’ve lived and those who will live…
When was the last time you did something you regret? Like drive by that old boyfriend’s house just “because.” It starts out innocently enough. There’s that old yearning and a little curiosity, and you hope by God you see him. He’ll have gained weight, have an enormous beer belly, and his hair will be filthy […]