Searching in Harvard Square, Part 3

The door whispers shut behind, now I am wholly before the books. How many are there? I’m not sure, but it is at least enough to fill several trucks. They sit patiently along the aisles, each pressed against another, side by side and shelf upon shelf, withholding their pages and paragraphs and words until the right moment. More

Searching through Harvard Square, Part 1

Trendy burger joints and cafés and bars at every turn, all overcrowded. Tourists and their buses always in the way. Occasional whiff of pot. And bad street performances, by bad street musicians. Can’t get away from them in the Square.

It makes the eyes tired and the muscles tense. Time to find a way through.