I Don't Think Of Myself As An

So Many Dreams, So Many Disappointments, So Many Promises. And In The End, They All Just Vanish.

This Place Is Too Calm, Too Natural--too Complete. I Don't Deserve It. At Least Not Yet.

The Library Was Like A Second Home. Or Maybe More Like A Real Home, More Than The Place I Lived In. By Going Every Day I Got To Know All The Lady Librarians Who Worked There. They Knew My Name And Always Said Hi. I Was Painfully Shy, Though, And Could Barely Reply.

And Her Sleep Was Too Long And Deep For That:so Deep That She Left Her Normal Reality Behind.

Everyone Who Has Something Is Afraid Of Losing It, And People With Nothing Are Worried They'll Forever Have Nothing. Everyone Is The Same.