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[nobodys_library]

All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream
-Edgar Allen Poe

The sun's rim dips, the stars rush out
At one stride comes the dark
With far-heard whisper o'er the sea
Off shot the specter bark
-Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Comments

[melodiousklepto]

What are those for?

[nobodys_library]

It's not about what I want, Demyx.

[melodiousklepto]

What is it about?

[nobodys_library]

It's about how badly you want what I have to offer.

[melodiousklepto]

Kind of badly.

[nobodys_library]

Then you should be able to think of something suitable to offer in exchange, should you not?

[melodiousklepto]

But I don't know what you'd want from ME.

[nobodys_library]

You needn't think of something right away. I'll still have your answer when you come up with something.

[melodiousklepto]

I can dust your books.

[nobodys_library]

There's no need - I keep them well-maintained on my own, and I would not have you act as the other me had.

[melodiousklepto]

He made me do things for him to get things in return.

[nobodys_library]

That is part of the trade of information. I can hardly tell you what I'm up to at any given time without expecting at least something in return - that's simply the way the world works. Although I do leave the people I watch their privacy, should that be what concerns you.

Also, I am hardly making you do anything. It is your choice to request more information; it is mine to refuse should I choose.

[melodiousklepto]

But it's about me.

[nobodys_library]

That does not automatically entitle you to knowing. I watch everyone equally - although some are paid closer attention than others.

[melodiousklepto]

Am I?

[nobodys_library]

For the time being, no.