The older I get, the more my life is haunted by invisible buildings. I have written about ghosts, but ghosts are people. These are buildings that used to be there, but have been torn down or remodeled out of recognition. In some cases, I may be the only person who remembers them. Does that matter, especially as I will myself be a ghost soon enough? None of these buildings are great losses in the historical-preservation sense. I am not talking about the great Library at Alexandria, although one of the buildings is the old library in Canton, Ohio, where I grew up, from which a timid bookworm child checked out dozens, perhaps even hundreds, of volumes filled with dreams. I would love to know what possessed the architect of that long-invisible edifice to design a library whose floors were huge, thick panes of translucent glass. Perhaps to suggest what John Crowley’s fantasy
March 8, 2024
March 8, 2024
March 8, 2024
The older I get, the more my life is haunted by invisible buildings. I have written about ghosts, but ghosts are people. These are buildings that used to be there, but have been torn down or remodeled out of recognition. In some cases, I may be the only person who remembers them. Does that matter, especially as I will myself be a ghost soon enough? None of these buildings are great losses in the historical-preservation sense. I am not talking about the great Library at Alexandria, although one of the buildings is the old library in Canton, Ohio, where I grew up, from which a timid bookworm child checked out dozens, perhaps even hundreds, of volumes filled with dreams. I would love to know what possessed the architect of that long-invisible edifice to design a library whose floors were huge, thick panes of translucent glass. Perhaps to suggest what John Crowley’s fantasy