to the library, we vote YES.

two things have occured to me of late, the first being that i spend far too much time paralyzed with fear and avoiding the things that i should be doing, and the second being that i'm a bit obsessed with the library.

really though, think about how amazing the library is. it's like they're just giving the books away! though you do have to give them back, which was always my weakness, unless i don't like them, or even find them mediocre, and then i'm more than happy to return them, because i have no room in my life for poor writing or mediocrity.

the library is home to many fine things, including: a coffee bar with beverages i currently can't afford; many of the dvds on the AFI top 100 list, so i can one day proudly boast that i am, in fact, a film guru; people of all shapes and sizes and flavours, many of whom seem to be suffering from some sort of mental disorder and lacking in medication; and loads of middle schoolers trickling in from the campus in the next plot over, all brimming with deep and insightful junior high gossip about the average number of squats a person can do, whether or not Jeremy really likes Jessica, or is just pretending in order to look cool in front of his friends, and whether Mr. Stubbins' breath smells more like cat food and pickles or lima beans and grape soda.

with all this to offer and more, who could resist the library? who could turn away from its thralls, resist gasping in its clutches and passionately crying out for more? who could cast the library aside, discarding colour-coded charts mapping out when each portion of each book would be read? who could look the library in the eyes and say, "no, library. you hold many treasures, but you're just not the one for me?"

the library. show it your tired, your hungry, your poor. it will eagerly outstretch its arms, hold them closely, and give them a paper cut of the kind to make them realize that being tired, hungry, and poor isn't such a bad lot after all.