La muerte en la biblioteca

More often than not, death occurs in a library, between books and carpet and dead air and silence, whispering children and a stern atmosphere, the crackling of pages turning, the tapping of keys on a board, the hum of multimedia, the beeping of materials checked out and checked in, the frantic wordless activity of a thousand nerds. Old people and schoolchildren, part-time students, and transplants. These are the tenants of the old public library, and more often it is here we come to die.