Periods of depression or profound disaffection are those in which the library simply becomes a piece of furniture and books simply objects. We then perceive them as geometric forms and bulky volumes that adorn a wall, that separate us from the outside world, that bother us or overfill our houses. We measure them in cubic centimeters, we weigh them in kilograms. We no longer perceive them as paper doors that lead to parallel worlds. But one day love will return: we will know it has come when the library turns into a virus again.
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