... So I went to the library today. Not that I expected there to be anything interesting to find there, seeing as it's a rather small and dull library but sometimes they sell some of their books and that was mainly what I was there for. But when I came there I saw that they had no books on sale today, so I began to walk around to see if there was anything interesting I could lend instead. I haven't visited the library in a while so there was a chance that there might be something there to catch my interest - I read almost whatever I can get my hands on. Except Twilight.
The library was rather empty and very silent, as should be. Whenever I enter a library it feels like I've come to a holy place, a building that's equal to a church; an edifice in which you have to show your respect towards all of the old books by being silent. I've never questioned this rule not only because it's obvious that silence should dominate in a place where people are trying to concentrate on whatever they're reading, trying to lose themselves in another world, but also because it seemed blasphemous to move around and talk loudly as if you owned the place. An act like that... somehow I've always felt as if that would make the great authors, those whom continue to live as letters and words and chapters and poems and pages and large, dusty books angry, but most of all it would make them sad.
Anyhow, I kept walking through the library, sometimes stopping to look at a book or two, when I came to an aisle that was located in a corner which seemed even more desolate and quiet. I quickly glanced at the two bookshelves which stood on each of my side but I had all ready read all of them before, so I turned around to walk away but halted. There was a tall man standing near the end of the aisle, looking towards the entrance. Suddenly he spun around and walked away in the opposite direction while the fluorescent lights (I hate those things) kept flickering. I think he might have been working in the library and I base this on the fact that the way he moved seemed to be indicating that he had forgotten something... then again, a mere visitor could have forgotten something too of course, but it was the first thought that struck me. Perhaps he was a lawyer or something like it, judging by his clothes.
The odd thing however is that he had no face. Granted, he stood a great deal away from me and the lights kept flickering so it could just have been my eyes playing a trick on me or simply a mere hallucination. I believe in the latter since when I walked out of the aisle and looked towards the direction in which he had disappeared to, I saw nothing but a solid wall. There were no doors to be seen anywhere and this part of the library was very open, and there was a sofa and a couple of couches placed there, so I would've seen where he'd gone to if he was real. Unless science has suddenly made a great leap forward, enabling people to take part in an experiment called 'Move like a Ghost!' which makes the test subject in question capable of moving through walls.
I would like to participate.
Well, this was clearly a hallucination though a pretty random one. I still take my medication every day but as you say Mary, there's bound to be holes.
Oh yeah, I walked out of the library without getting a single book with me to read. Guess I'll just have to reread some of mine then.