Saturday opening.

[currente_calamo]

When the glass staff entrance door slides open, you step into musty air faintly smelling like cardboard. There is complete stillness down the dark corridor, shadows sliding up the walls. Climbing the stairs, there is only the sound of your footsteps. The books, the computers, the huge first floor sleeps quietly. The silence is spellbinding, eerie

Comments

[antzpantz]

Would it be just as surreal just before/after closing time?

[currente_calamo]

Yeah sort of. After the mad rush at 6pm, we lock the doors and it's silent again. But a different feeling because everything feels used, tainted and tired.