Do you remember going to the library when you were a kid? For me it was always a source of wonder and excitement, a chance to explore ideas and knowledge without restraint. If I needed help, there was always a friendly librarian there to assist. Perhaps in college you learned the secrets of the stacks; books and manuscripts, music and maps, photos and films, all hidden somewhere deep inside the oldest part of an older building. The librarian would sometimes show up, unexpectedly, to check in on the quest to find a certain something. I remember opening books in the stacks and realizing that they had not been opened for 50 years prior.
The librarian
The librarian
The librarian
Do you remember going to the library when you were a kid? For me it was always a source of wonder and excitement, a chance to explore ideas and knowledge without restraint. If I needed help, there was always a friendly librarian there to assist. Perhaps in college you learned the secrets of the stacks; books and manuscripts, music and maps, photos and films, all hidden somewhere deep inside the oldest part of an older building. The librarian would sometimes show up, unexpectedly, to check in on the quest to find a certain something. I remember opening books in the stacks and realizing that they had not been opened for 50 years prior.