[closed] Oh Captain, my Captain.
Dean hadn't exaggerated when he told his roommate that he would be spending most of his time in the library.
He's there now, in fact, dragging a hand along the shelf edge with less excitement than he normally would. Fiction, non-fiction, reference. His entire life feels like a laughable farce, now, so what's the difference between books? Reality is just a joke.
"I hate existentialism," he mumbles, picking out a heavy, leather-bound copy of The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes and wishing they could read that in English class instead of Romantic poetry.
He settles on the floor in the aisle, leaning back against the wooden cases and flipping the book open.
He's there now, in fact, dragging a hand along the shelf edge with less excitement than he normally would. Fiction, non-fiction, reference. His entire life feels like a laughable farce, now, so what's the difference between books? Reality is just a joke.
"I hate existentialism," he mumbles, picking out a heavy, leather-bound copy of The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes and wishing they could read that in English class instead of Romantic poetry.
He settles on the floor in the aisle, leaning back against the wooden cases and flipping the book open.