we have infiltrated a secret and mysterious are full of dark and potentially dangerous knowledge maps maps plots suspicious characters and people involved in subversive activities  look here there are piles of physical books and stories with no fees paid internet and cell phone service providers the important business of selling people internet and cell phones and cell phone pharmaceutical companies are presidential candidates are here but they are only on book covers their inspirational and passionate voices are silent here how can democracy this perverse silence i don't mean to alarm you dear viewers but this most of verse of activity this this reading of books could undermine the very fabric of our hand held device virtual reality widescreen base it was ation i'll repeat that our hand held device virtual reality widescreen based civilization we must be vigilant reading stickers must be created and all these printed volumes need to be reviewed by government experts to assure our youth is not subverted their minds to be filled with creative ideas practical ideas frivolous ideas ideas country to the continued prosperity of electronic look there over in the corner i see a child reading a book about dogs and another an eight year old girl is reading a book about mushrooms surely she should be home watching television or playing games on her i phone or at best reading classic children's novels that god only knows what devious propaganda might feel these young minds if they're free to explore such an immense and potentially decadent archive of printed books oh my god this place is almost as dangerous as a public library  i quickly find my way to an exit before i met three handed and taken away and forced to read literature include some one in particular in this next poet emily dickinson most people know how reclusive she was and after a while she took to wearing white there after would wear only white dresses she wrote seventeen hundred and seventy five poems of them assured most of them very short begins in amherst massachusetts in her house and goes back to iowa city iowa where sometimes the weather goes on for days you were different you were divine the others wrote more and longer you wrote much more and much shorter i hold your white dress once  d the glass is hard to escape as you hit your sound again and again asking welcome no one except for you were a trifle this poems in manuscript i found the corner of town the last tree then and outdoor lights went down a block or so and no more long list of states and their products it was rope or engine shoes even a prison but not one that was famous for purposeless streets and late walks off and i miss the truth of lists gone for a walk with most lights out all over town and no one told me when i returned ten things it was best to or doesn't it was better not to i knew the window would be lit most of the night down at the camera shop and the gentle librarian would keep the house o books open if i stopped by at closing up the street i went leaving the lamps each night until i met the smell of the bay fact to be borne home to sleep certain of another day the houses friends were dark i never told in those days something was missing from the list of how to and whose town did what i figured when the weather was mentioned it might be our town at the top of some list but it was hard to read things on paper in the bony moonlight so i never knew people ask me all the time to have been where what as if the sun broke against his own window as for white it was now too much of everything flat deprivations of the color black farther away and make in his mind a spectrum of texture in essence i said that the nervous trembling of thing was struck by light if god were only half the man he is he said he would see things this way who