“A room without books is like a body without a soul.”
― Marcus Tullius Cicero
WHY DO WE SMILE? WHY DO WE LAUGH? WHY DO we feel alone? Why are we sad and confused? Why do we read poetry? Why do we cry when see a painting? Why is there a riot in the heard when we love? Why do we feel shame? What is that thing in the pit of your stomach called desire?