The library vanishes
I went to the library alone. I didn’t care.
I lost track of time there, felt like home.
And then it was dark. They told me to leave - the library was closing.
I went outside to look for you, but you were nowhere
You couldn’t wait for me. How long was I in there? Days, months?
I was alone. I turned back and saw the library was gone too.
Not only the books, but the whole building dissappered.
I was standing in an empty lot.
It was dark - you know, it’s always dark here
in this concrete desert
Interpretation Picasso: The Railway by Pierre Dubreuil (1911) via Museum of Photographic Arts Collections
