Being a librarian is an awesome job to have.
We check out books, we buy books and sometimes we burn books.
Sometimes we get to ask a member what they think of a book that is being returned.
Sometimes we take a peek into our big red book.
Big red book? You mean like a big red book?
Yes, we are old school because we are bad ass.
We have big registers as a record of borrowings from the republic.
Sometimes we take a peek into pages, history of the progress of a mind burrowing through our selection.
Fuck mini lists which are a passing fad on Facebook.
This is the mother-load.
Sometimes you see patterns.
Sometimes you see chaos.
Sometimes you see traces of madness.
Sometimes you see obsession.
Ah, this is a little like looking into a persons mind.
This just to pass time?