The Geometry of Silence

From a high perch, the library unfolds as a landscape of structured thought, its quiet aisles navigated by a single, focused reader. Beneath a stark skeleton of white beams, rows of uniform black-spined volumes recede into the distance, a silent army of accumulated knowledge. The student, a small island of concentration in a sea of red carpet, attends only to the glow of her screen. All the world's stories are shelved around her, yet the soul selects her own society, finding it in the digital light. Nearby, brightly colored carts stand empty and expectant, waiting to ferry new ideas from the stacks to the table.