This story starts with sun.
Turn off Spring Garden, walk through a courtyard of old brick buildings and trees. Lock bike, door is locked. I can see a small field on the other side, with boys playing frisbee. Walk around, up winding stairs, to find the secret grasses. Back door propped open with bunged up stick.
Walk through, up three flights of stairs. Door to a library. Walk to back corner, through small door. Finding self in a book shelf. Keep walking.
A wall of window, overlooking cemetery and harbour. I can almost see the market from here. Men in communal space, studying on large tables. Two levels, the second more a loft than anything. Find winding staircase to upper level. There, a sea of young bodies, studying from text books with papers spread all around.
The sound is swallowed by the carpets and books. The florescence is drowned out by the sun.
A sea of tables.
