I have never been able to feel a complete calm at libraries. I love the silence and I love the books. I have tried way too many times to study at libraries or to just find a calm, meditative moment there. It seems like the perfect place for it.
Today the insight hit me, that I get overwhelmed by all the books. It may sound a bit weird, I feel it too, but the fact is that all these books contain stories of different kind. They contain uncountable number of words. There is something told in every one of these items and my brain cannot just see the book as a materialistic item, but it also associates with what they represent.
There is a kind of life in books.
When I think about it that way, it isn’t so weird that I get overwhelmed at libraries after all.
