Love, lust and libraries. A golden trio?
Edam girl! As the flashing lights illuminated your sweat-glistening forehead in the Big Cheese, I locked eyes with you and that was Gouda-enough for me. I feta see you soon – next week? I can tell I am foundou-you. Let’s dance to ‘Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (more cheese)’ and you can gimme gimme gimme your number. – Yours eternally, in the fire of love
Sometimes I catch you using InDesign, I love the way you strip down overly descriptive paragraphs and wrestle with rogue punctuation. You’ve got an eye for detail but I’ve only got eyes for you. Let’s find a nice quiet spot and edit together sometime? – Evidently enamoured editor
Your presence lit up the room. Triggered motion sensor lights between shelves. Muscov-identified you wrongly – call me an Orthodo-ctor! Ural I want and need, squatting low in Ukranian history. Like a true Slav poised for perusing the spines. Can’t conceal my love, Cossack-ting won’t do. – Fellow Sizzling Slav
I see you casually smoking on the steps outside of the library. My boyfriend knows your name because I don’t know if you are everything I want or everything I want to be. Teach me how to step up my text-wrapping? – Taken from TV
Dissertation season. 2.15am. Cafe long closed, they start locking up the library, leaving you 2000 words short. You’ve run out of coffee, you’re running out of home. 12:00pm deadline tomorrow. Finish this all nighter at mine? – Sleepless on the Second Floor
Image: Paula Stefanowska