Domiel loved his jobs, truly he did. Between planning new exhibitions and grading papers he never had to worry about an inactive mind. The more he thought, the happier he felt. By nature he had never been one for an idle mind. The 21st century was truly a marvelous time to be alive. All this information, all this knowledge, just sitting around waiting for someone to find it. And anyone could! Anyone at all! Domiel wanted to go back in time and personally thank every single person responsible for the internet. 

He sat in the middle of a small circle of books, titles stacked around him like he was some damsel in a tower. Did he have any books about damsels in towers? No, focus, that wasn’t knowledge he needed at the moment. He had come here for… Dom’s mind wandered as it often did in places like this, an eternity’s worth of focus scattered in hundreds of equally interesting directions. He had come here for… the museum? No, that had been his last visit. His classes? His thoughts skittered through the list of classes he taught, students he’d mentored, what was the year again the university did quarters didn’t it yes he had recommended they do so all those years ago which meant classes would start up again soon which meant he already knew what courses he would teach so that information was— someone far to Dom’s right and perhaps a floor up had just found exactly the right source and — that’s right, he had come here for some new materials for his summer course on the Stone Age. 

Dom beamed at a passing student who had taken one of his classes before and received a bemused smile in return. Oh, libraries were such beautiful things. What a lovely, lovely invention. 

He sorted his small tower into two piles: relevant and off-topic. “Don’t worry,” he told the shadow hovering over him and his horde, “I promise to put them all back where I found them.”