It seems a shame to keep the books in the room where no one goes. It seems a shame, and yet without the books, it is merely a room with a number of empty shelves. A room like that would be obscene.
So we keep the books in the room where no one goes. Anyone looking through the window could see clearly it is a library because of the books on the shelves. But no one looks in the window anymore. Why would they?
gratitude: a lovely dinner with K&A · one last solid run before Sunday’s race · the smell of clean socks drying on the radiator