Museum of Memories // Larry

Greens

Meeting at the library is kind of our thing now.
It's been like that since the very beginning. The library is where the sparks ignited first, the library is where we grew to like each other, the library was where we first cuddled together back then, the library is where we exchanged queer books, Harry had his first shot of alcohol there too with me...The library is out place. And it's about to become a place of a lot more memories.

I'm rushing to work today. Brown leather bag on my hand, a book in my hand, mainly because there was no place in my bag for it.

Behind the Curtains; It reads on its cover. The original copy. Our copy. The one I stole from the library the last year of high school, the one with Harry's and mine annotations on the margins of its pages.

Last night, after meeting Harry again at the library, the morning after which we meet to hang out, a thought popped into my head. I remembered having the copy of the book that brought us together somewhere in one of my boxes.

So sleepy as I was, I got to the studio, looking through shelves and unopened boxes and after a long hunt, I finally found it in a box alongside with my mom's stuff and a picture album of me as a baby that mom made for my 15th birthday.

Let's just say I didn't sleep much last night, as I went through its pages once again. I've reread this book a thousand times, and each time I read back to it, it manages to make me feel somehow everything at once.

So today I'm puzzled. I'm all over the place and I wish I could had just slept in all day. It's raining, which made it even harder from me to get up from the couch where I'd slept last night and come to work.

I sight entering the building and heading straight into my office after meeting a few colleges along the way, promising to hang out for shots after work some time that month.

I slip into the rolling chair, and take deep breaths trying to gain some focus on the reality. I drop the things on the desk, a cactus is still over the desktop unwatered. Poor thing barely sees me tree to four times a month, since we mainly now work from home. I'm up again deciding I might still keep the poor plant alive for a while. Walking to the hall for a cup of water I meet Gerald.

"Louis! Morning lad, you look...tired already."-His energy matches mine by the end of that sentence. He's always nice and tries to understand everyone and match their energy around them just to make them feel comfortable.

"Morning Gerald. Wanna talk in my office? Jenice is clicking her pen annoyingly and I can hear it from here."-I show him the way taking the cup of water with me.

Once inside I water the cactus and Gerald sits opposite to me on the office's couch.

I drop on my rolling chair once again and sight.

He takes a deep breath and starts.-"Louis, look man I know I went too far by asking you to write that article for me, I'm making it hard for you to come to me and talk abou..."

"This is not about the article man."-I say rubbing my temples.-"I finished the first draft already."-I take out the finished file from my leather bag and hand it over to him. I finished it off last night after working on a whole afternoon with Harry at the library, basically going through The State Tretyakov Gallery archives for more information on the painting with the help of Harry and his searching skills.

"I'll read it before the meeting."-He says taking it.-"If it's not work related then what is it Louis? Everything good lad?"

I shake my head.-"Not everything."