There are precious few places that invite you in, ask you to take a minute, think, hang out for a while and let your mind wander for no particular reason, and with no financial incentive. A place that has nothing to do with money and everything to do with spirituality. Such a place is the library. A public home, accessible to all, where anyone can sit on a blue upholstered chair, stare at a dusty wall-to-wall carpet, pull a book off a shelf full of words, ideas and facts, and just ponder.

A personalized library card was waiting for you at the entrance. This was the first stage of your nighttime adventure between and among the bookcases in the public library at the Gerard Behar Center. A group of artists took over the reference and reading rooms on different floors of the library and filled them with performance art.

All that was left was for you to wind your way through the library’s labyrinthine shelves, to pause, retrace your steps, hang out a little, think and feel completely free. Among other events that were waiting for you, was an ad hoc writer waiting to dash out a quick love letter or a letter of dismissal for you, a talk show with fictitious authors, a meal that fell straight out of a book and onto your plate, books dedicated exclusively to you, and a storyteller who pulled words apart.