National Library

Tonight I went to the public library on a whim and went straight to the comic book section. Grabbed seven books and sat down on a sofa to read until the closing announcements went off on the PA system. Cradled the books home in both arms. Came home feeling satisfied with my loot. Hardcover comic books are lovely but so expensive.

Lately I've been thinking about my childhood and wishing that I could go back.

Going to the library might be the last thing that makes me feel okay.

So

Perhaps the problem has always been loneliness, and the inability to accept or deal with it.