As I walk, I can’t help but I envy the young, beautiful people who have this place as their school and each other for company. Old, bare and twisted trees stand their ground and rise rebellious from a world that has clearly outgrown them.
I can relate to them.
A friendly security guard points me towards my presumed destination. As I turn the final corner, I’m gobsmacked. I stop short of the steps that lead up to the library because, before me, is a giant orb.