An unpaid library employee is describing his journey to Sheridarp to Millie, the librarian. He traveled on a moving railway station, passing stationary carriages resembling everyday buildings. Part 1 is here.
The station stopped at various constructs,
and after an elastic interval to night,
I deboarded, wandering in the dark
until a flight of ancient currawongs
dressed in bells
led me to a hazardous occupation
in this very library.
Millie glanced towards a monitor
where windowed morning light
was streaming on the internet.
I may be able to assist you
in your search for Sheridarp.
You overlooked some pale text in the
“The mythical Land of Sheridarp
may be found on the rooftop of
the Great Library of Sonandinho,
which is also mythical.”
My surprise was palpable,
barely short of an exclamation point.
An astonishing coincidence.
Through the machinations of the fateful Moirai,
from the so-called chance assembly
of atomic ping-pong balls,
to the formation of long-chain hydrocarbons…
…amino acids in lightning storms…
…eggs in white…trilobites…Solarians…
…traffic cones…light cones…
…I find myself in the very library
that hides the stairway to fabled Sheridarp.
Millie shook her head.
We’re in the Dreamwalk Library,
and it isn’t mythical at all.
Doesn’t it concern you
that Sheridarp is merely fantasy?
I shrugged metaphysically.
Do the inhabitants of Middle-Earth
question their own existence?
If we’re no more than other people’s
would we know, and would we care?
Sheridarp would be just as real as
“The Unknowable” tells us Sheridarp is a myth,
so the book itself exists beyond the fantasy.
And shortly I’ll be demonstrating
just how real I am.
- From previous instalments: currawongs, The Unknowable, trilobites, Solarians
- The Moirai
- the egg in white
- Tolkien’s Middle-earth