Last week I went to the airport at 5:30am. This is what it looked like.
After putting up with all that, a five hour plane ride followed. Hopped on a bus for a couple of more hours. On the bus ride I saw
There was no way the bus I was riding was stopping, but none the less it made me happy to see a library. Libraries, all over the place, all up in my face. After driving through 2 hours of poverty, paradise arrived.
Paradise had something that would traditionally be called a library, but paradise called it ENTERTAINMENT.
Board games at the library? Brilliant! I have not seen this before. Paradise has something here. There is gaming at the library, why not Scrabble, Bananagrams or Cribbage? What would Nancy Pearl think? Paradise was too surreal for this librarian in training, so I had to keep it real. 451 Fahrenheit came out of the suitcase and met the sun. I am embarrassed to say, but this was my first time with 451. Lets just say it kept me pretty grounded while surrounded by all of the gluttony.
“There you have it Montag. It didn’t come from the Government down. There was not dictum, no declaration, no censorship to start with, no! Technology, mass exploitation and minority pressure carried the trick, thank God. Today, thanks to them, you can stay happy all the time, you are allowed to read comics, the good old confessions or trade journals” – Ray Bradbury
Leaving paradise I was confronted again with reality.
“Books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget. There is nothing magical in them at all. The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us.” – Ray Bradbury