Library of Last Recourse

Went to the Boston Public Library on Monday night to read for 'Sales' while Ashley was at work a block away.




-10% of the individuals you'll find at the Boston Public Library are tourists.

-5% are people that are there for customary library purposes that involve utilitzing the library's traditional resources such as books and micro-fiche.

-The other 85% are divided equally into two categories: Foreigner students and homeless people.

Actually, there might be a slight tipping of the scale in favor of transients. I always wondered when walking around downtown Boston how hobos were able to survive in New England. San Francisco or Tucson I can understand. Boston doesn't make any sense because it's really fucking cold for about 6-months out of the year and people as a whole seem less likely to waste their money on bums. It turns out, hobos survive by spending their days indoors at the Boston Public Library, using the facility as their personal apartment.

This gentleman, for example, was using the bottom floor as his personal changing room. I snapped this photo while he happened to be changing socks, but I was there long enough to observe him changing his shirt too. The plastic bags are filled with the rest of his Winter wardrobe.


This guy was just hanging out drifting in and out of consciousness. It was about 20 degrees outside-so better to be on the verge of blacking out in the safety of a public library than against the dumpster behind the TGIFridays.


This guy was just catching some old fashion Z's.

The high concentration of homeless people is probably why they place signs like these around the library.



Russian Romance Novel.


Everyone knows that books are a thing of the past. Old hat. Just like record players, VCRs, and grandmas. But what are we going to do with these old relics of yester-decade? Why not turn them into fashionable children's dresses!



Thank you, Benjamin Franklin.