Flocks of books burst through the walls and swirl across the ceiling in a riot of knowledge.
A permanent installation of the first incarnation of Libretto.
I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on earth. Then I ask myself the same question.
The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.
(Augustine of Hippo)
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