sitting on the floor
in the stacks of the
library holding a book
by a newly dead author
look out the window
grey, cloudy
rub my eyes yawn
lean my head against
the shelf
breath deeply
look out the window
again
flip through the book
the soft ftt-ftt-ftt of the
pages fills the acoustic
void
sigh deeply
get up stretch a
bit
browse the shelves
look out the window
once more
walk down stairs
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3 comments:
who is the recently deceased? Curious. I enjoy the mood of this one, melancholy with the scent of central- carpet, books and wood.
David Foster Wallace. He hanged himself this past weekend.
Dug it - easily remembered similiar personal situations.
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