STUDENT LIBRARY

I saw it for the first time in a hurry – facing the station, turning its back on Žižkov. I couldn’t tell if it was a building or a gesture. Sharp, calm, not quite belonging. Inside, silence. Not the library kind – the inner kind. Light breaking across the walls draws focus. No one here pretends to know what they’re doing. Everyone is just quietly searching. I sit in the corner. A tram passes outside the window, but time moves differently here. A place born out of need, not out of plans. A place that doesn’t apologize for not fitting in.