"——"
The steam valve let out a sigh of contentment, and the dark brown liquid fell into the sharing pot drop by drop, and the rich bitter fragrance instantly filled this small corner.
I picked up the hand brewing pot and moved my wrist steadily in circles. The hot water soaked the coffee grounds evenly and watched them slowly swell and then collapse like miniature volcanoes.
Comfortable.
This is probably the most enjoyable moment of my day. The sun shines through the dusty glass on the dome, casting mottled beams of light. The air is filled with the smell of old paper, coffee and dust. This smell is more authentic than the "natural fragrance" synthesized in any high-end club.
My name is Wang Xiao, the director and the only administrator of this library.
The last paper library on earth.
It sounds awesome, but he is actually just a gatekeeper.
After drinking coffee, I slowly pushed the cart through the endless maze of bookshelves. Today's task is to remove dust and inspect rows 37 to 49 in Area C. This is a delicate job. Each book must be taken down, the dust gently swept away with a soft brush, and the pages must be checked for moisture and insect infestation.
I like this feeling. The rough touch when my fingertips run across the spine of the book, and the unique scent of ink when I turn the pages, make me feel safe. These things have "weight". Unlike those holographic data suspended in the air, which looked lively and dispersed with a wave of hands, leaving nothing behind.
"Beep——"
