The New York Public Library is one of the most beautiful buildings in the world. Not just architecturally, though it certainly is that, but conceptually. A free space where any woman or man can come to partake of the accumulated record of human thought. For readers, for thinkers, it is a holy space, more so than any church.
Where better to celebrate our passion for reading, for freedom, and for equality?
Now you might ask, was the crowd that gathered interested in reading and freedom and equality? Was that the spark we saw in their eyes as they marveled at the view behind us?
We’re going to say yes. Fuck it. Call us Pangloss, but we choose to believe we live in the best of all possible worlds, where a crowd can be galvanized at a moment’s notice by a hunger for knowledge and an appreciation for a well-turned serif.