Through the library door I opened
I met the
crowds covered by the rules of the library
not camera, not
food, keep calm
they are
silent, they dig information
they are
silent, guarding oral
they are
silent, reading life
they tried to
fit warmly in the blanket
I walked
through the thousands of books I passed
I touch the
selection book with my index finger
I specify where
to read it
I sat in the
corner of the library
air
conditioning machine right above me
Beside me, a woman
is busy with tasks on her laptop
I open a book
called Better life with action
the work of
syafii efendi
with a hundred
and thirty-three pages thick
I made a
compass as a new clue
I learned the
experience
without the
need to experience it from a very long process