it's been raining for three days straight and the archive smells like wet stone and old ink. kind of comforting actually. like the building is breathing with you. I keep the windows open even though the pages curl at the edges.
it's been raining for three days straight and the archive smells like wet stone and old ink. kind of comforting actually. like the building is breathing with you. I keep the windows open even though the pages curl at the edges.