I enter the building and nearly wilt in relief. It must be nearly a 100 degrees outside. At least it’s cool in here. I soak in the blessedly cool AC as I get my bearings and approach the front desk.
It’s pretty much every big-city library. This one’s clean and modern, but otherwise it’s all just stacks of books and scattered tables with people reading.
The Information desk is well-marked with a large metallic sign that scrolls around the ceiling above it and says: I N F O R M A T I O N all around it. The lady at the desk is turned away, facing her computer.
“Excuse me?” I ask. Really, I just need one thing: answers — in a book maybe. Surely they can help me here. I feel like I’m going crazy.
She spins to face me, a pretty woman with a blond side braid and a smile of greeting. “May I help you?”
“Listen, weird things have been happen–”
She flickers out of view,. Time stutters, skipping forward a sec, then back. She’s there again still smiling, her eyebrows lifted in a pleasant expression. I glance around and it’s the same thing, a faint little flicker of time. Is anyone really here?
It’s happening again. I’m not sure what’s real any more.
There’s nothing wrong with my eyes. I’ve always had perfect vision. And there’s nothing wrong with my mind. There can’t be.
I swallow my feelings of unease and ask, “I need a book.”
“Right this way,” she says, and I follow her into the stacks. She seems to know without asking what I’m looking and despite the little time-flicker-thingy, I’m relieved. Finally, someone’s going to help me.
* * *
The book I’ve been reading is WIRED FOR STORY by Lisa Cron. Good stuff! 🙂
The first line of the first page is:
“In the second it takes you to read this sentence, your senses are showering you with over 11,000,000 pieces of information.”
–Lisa Cron, WIRED FOR STORY