Yesterday I posted a Starbucks on campus where I am taking French classes this semester. After a conversation with myself...I left to study at the library. Upon passing by I stopped to look in the windows and noticed what seemed to be an empty room.
It occurred to me that libraries are probably falling prey to the electronic age. These magnificent edifices are a testament to times past. I could have every book in this building on my laptop to browse when I wanted...probably even my Kindle. The easy route is a few clicks of a mouse and I'm there.
In the coming decades however...students will miss the smell of old books and the tactile sensation of opening up an Edgar Allen Poe original publication and running their fingers across pages that Poe probably touched himself. The new information age is wonderful but it lacks the sensual pleasures of "being there".
1038 - Bright Lights - Haiku Horizons prompt: bright *Bright Lights.* Starry, starry night. Winter’s sky is shining down; A most wondrous thing. ◊ The beauty is there, Shini...
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