Rooms Extract 6: ON LIBRARIES

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LIBRARY ARCHETYPES

Bubble gun. Outside, on Mare Street, he pushes a trolley stocked with plastic toys and a sound system playing all the hits, occasionally stopping to make bubbles. How does he look? Pouches of grey skin, cheeks going both out and in, a broken roman nose and cupped spine, a walking gait as though each time his legs are breaking through a stuck door. Perhaps hair, but perhaps not. Outside The Library. My fingers are dead from Reynaud’s (ten frozen parsnips hanging in the weather). A man with the air of an Irish actor has his hands doubly, sleeved and pocketed, and his eyes tucked away elsewhere. He is talking to someone on the phone and I suppose that’s where his sight has landed. Electric Lights. When I enter, a guard asks why I used the revolving door instead of the automated one. I explain my thinking about heat loss (efficiency being a life-long interest). He prefers another answer, which I agree to. He tells me the story of his life in terms of electric lights beginning as a child watching the lights of the Victoria Park Fair, indicating his young height with his hand. Graphic Novel. He is here most days, always on the very cold ones. He has with him a backpack that carries all his belongings, including a roll-up sleeping matt. He can keep all his books at the library, which must be good for his back.


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