Because my home is too far from the library, it takes about two hours round trip by bus, so I don't have many opportunities to go to the library. Sometimes when I go to the library, I am lucky to encounter Wednesday afternoons when it closes, and I haven't spent much time reading in the library all morning. It seems that the library is for borrowing books and doing other things? I am not used to reading in public places, and I have never tried to read in my own way.
Standing under the huge building of the library, I inexplicably feel a sense of awe. Perhaps I am too small, so small that I may not be able to finish reading all the books in my lifetime; or maybe the library is too big, shaped like a sailboat.
The library is exceptionally quiet. I rarely hear people talking in the library, which makes me more inclined to hang up the phone my mother called me in the library.
The people here are all very beautiful. They are either preparing their papers in front of their laptops, or doing chemistry problems, while I am flipping through books. I didn't pay much attention to the specifics, because paying too much attention to others seems to be a kind of rudeness, just like I can't study well during self-study under the teacher's gaze.
