Main Stacks was never meant for humans. Quietly constructed in the 1990s, the behemoth exists first and foremost to house the written word. The narrow halls and fluorescent lights hardly provide even the bare minimum for human existence. It is impossible to know all of Main Stacks. Even after exploring all its nooks and crannies, shifting shelves and innumerable storage rooms, you’d still have to contend with the trillions of words among its shelves. Stacks inhabitants will come and go, but it will stay here — haunted by the absence of the authors and poets that shaped its skeleton and gave it blood.
