Go on through, enjoy the bureaucratic nightmare that is the afterlife.
Ahhhh, how soothing. Spines facing out, not organized by color, not stacked in a fireplace. Now if only there were comfortable and visible furniture to sit on and read.
Wait, do you want access to your books or do you want to look at your art? Because I hate to break it to you buddy, but you really can't have both.
Do I spy non-book items on these shelves? Blasphemy! Take your ephemera and objet d'art and scram!
This is one doorway I'd avoid during an earthquake. Book corners don't mess around when it comes to your skull.
Oh this is so embarrassing. The architect must be so red-faced right now.
Every night it's like a flock of fairies sing me to sleep. Ahhhh, soothing.