Worming my way back to books

Today was nice. I spent the day away from all loud, persistantly irritating and demanding humanity (like myself) and quietly drowned myself in books at the college library. It’s been ages, close to a year since I last visited– and I’d even forgotten procedures…

There is something special about books- the way they smell. The old and new both distict; yellowed and dog-eared pages as opposed to new aquisitions with bold typefaces… New worlds and words, new verse and worse.