Of a life in rooms with castle corridors, and universes stacked on the shelves.

The little local high street library that was huge, it’s corridors endless as a castle when I was small. Nooks behind shelves, my hand in my nan’s hand, my mum’s hand, my dad’s hand, and eventually alone. It was so much smaller when I visited recently, no bigger than a coffee shop, but it was no less large in my mind.