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The Library That Was
Apr. 4th, 2021 08:09 pmI have been quiet on my blog of late. That has not been due to any lack of desire to update it, but more due to a combination of a lack of inspiration and a lack of time. My life has been particularly busy the last month or so, with a good stretch of full time work at my day job along with an increase in the number of personal projects I have been working on. Coupled with the desire to maintain my fiction writing at a somewhat regular rate, the blog fell temporarily to the wayside.
I did manage to get something new up this evening, though. It is something of a reminiscence of the library of my youth, as well as a small lament for what used to be. The post also comes in praise of the Theosophical Society in Seattle's lending library, a place I discovered in the last two years, much to my delight. Sadly, it is not a place I live close to, but I imagine I will get to make my way back up there at some point, as Seattle is a pleasant train ride away from Portland. It embodies all I love most about libraries, though, and it does it in a day and age in which many of the things I love most about libraries have been lost to the other priorities of our current culture.
If any of this sounds interesting, go check out the post, "In the Quiet." In honor of it, as soon as I can, I aim to go find a nice quiet corner of a local library and sit with a good book found in the stacks. I hope all of us will be able to do that again soon.
I did manage to get something new up this evening, though. It is something of a reminiscence of the library of my youth, as well as a small lament for what used to be. The post also comes in praise of the Theosophical Society in Seattle's lending library, a place I discovered in the last two years, much to my delight. Sadly, it is not a place I live close to, but I imagine I will get to make my way back up there at some point, as Seattle is a pleasant train ride away from Portland. It embodies all I love most about libraries, though, and it does it in a day and age in which many of the things I love most about libraries have been lost to the other priorities of our current culture.
If any of this sounds interesting, go check out the post, "In the Quiet." In honor of it, as soon as I can, I aim to go find a nice quiet corner of a local library and sit with a good book found in the stacks. I hope all of us will be able to do that again soon.
