It's a storage place in the desert. It gets weird.
I pressed the 'notes' folder on the phone. I found a list of information about a man named Christopher Nealon - his height, weight, age, that sort of thing. And then, at the bottom was a line with Christopher's signature and a copyright logo that was just next to the name 'Isaac.' What had Christopher … Continue reading Library – Pt 3
The paradox of my writing is that it can let me say so many things that I would not have been able to say in person, but that it keeps me away from anyone being able to say anything to me. I guess that’s okay for the situation I’m in now, because I’m not so … Continue reading Library – Pt 2
I am staring at two men who are outside of the library which I am in. They’re both just staring at their phones. Well, one of them just started walking away, but still. They were just standing there, maybe fifteen feet away from each other, staring at their phones, facing the same direction – towards … Continue reading Library – Pt 1