As a kid growing up, i would have lived in our county’s public library if i could have. I still love old libraries. I love the smell of books and the maze of the stacks. Later in college, i practically *did* live in the library. It was a vast maze of too-narrow bookshelves scattered among several ancient interconnected buildings, full of odd angles and hidden corners for reading. There was a sense of walking through the hallways of the mind.
This library has since been replaced by this monolithic monstrosity; a giant, sterile open-air piece of ‘architectural art’ that has been lauded as being so richly innovative. It looks like a hospital. You are surrounded by vast space and bright light; there is no feeling of being alone with a book and your thoughts. I prefer quiet little spaces to read.