Librarian of Alexandria

XI: The Counterfeit, Cheaply Produced Replicas of Official Visitor Passes from the Museum of Emptiness, or, Scenes From A Redacted Pop-Up Book

"You can't hear the music of the universe like that," she said.

"Like what?" I asked. "I am silent—no headphones, no radio, no nothing—and my mind is clear."

"Exactly," she said. "Your mind is a mirror that is like a pond. And yours is beautiful and still and perfect because it is dead."

"Mirrors are lies," I remember I said.

"Truer than you know," she said.