I loved them as a child. There was something quite sublime about seeing so many stories and the visual of that much information. Every resource was totally accessible yet there was a hide and seek involved in finding what you wanted. Librarians were lovely, super smart and patient. Similar to churches, there was a quiet reverence to knowledge. I guess seeking out a book or piece of information is an earnest task after all.
I cherish libraries now because of their respect for silence. Going to a library, by virtue of its silence, is a act of solitude, however I can’t really remember the last time I went to one.
I worry about the future of libraries. Even though I rarely visit them, I selfishly still want the option of being able to. With the rise of e-books, self publishing and already having so much information readily available online, what’s to become of all those resources?
Are libraries irrelevant?
Months of momentary thoughts have lead me to play with a few ideas for the future of libraries.