Shells we sit in

The structure is all that remains. This isn’t a library. It is a shaded place, with fans and desks for civil services aspirants to sit and pour over their examination books, for no cost. For the rest of us, there are no books to read. The past has been purged out of the shelves. 

Let us live this way. Celebrate the shells. Go forth, relentlessly. Those who care for what was, must go elsewhere. 

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