At the Library

At the library,

Pretending to be awake.

In fact, I delved deep into my dream, surrounded by books, dancing with my assignments, hearing the exotic bell singing from Aogaku Senior High, lost in the stillness of the bibliotheca, along with the typing melody, with the scattering papyruses, yearning for a harmonious stasis, in the midst of a subliminal tempest, of the courageous hero, lost in the monomyth, in the belly of the whale, in the ouroboric cycle, in the heroic journey.   

Here is the translation for the idiosyncratic text above in case you can't grasp my way of flirting with language:

My production increased a lot in the library. 

Yes,

I LOVE to write in an artistic way. Life needs romance. I am in love with the aesthetics of language. I LOVE language. 

I wrote love twice. I love love. Hehe! I read Herman Hesse last week hehe :)

I need a good sleep. 

Life is romantic.

Good night.