Now that we understand that the Library is Purgatory, a mythological waystation, it is time to admit that these are not all people in my library.
You know the term anthropomorphic, right?
Well maybe try forgetting about that here.
There really is no good way to tell.
If you come to my library…
Be careful what you eat.
And maybe what might eat you.
Are you missing the coherent essays and restrained naturalism of your old Clerkmanifesto emails? Might I suggest then a click over to the Life is a Fountain Nature Page.
It’s all very thoughtful and restrained. Pop the link below:
