I used to love everything about library (other than certain obnoxious librarians though). And there's a turning point that I started to think about the reasons. I'll cut the crap about libraries being cozy and comfy and with free wifi and books of all kind. The answer is simple: vanity.
Was it because of my love for knowledge or in search of truth? Apparently not. But I feel as if I get closer to something noble. And that is the thing I loved about it.
I realised that it has been turned into a hideaway for me rather than a place to study and to acquire knowledge.
A shelter from real-life pressure and a way of self-deception.
And here I am again in the library today.