There is a library being built. 📚
Quietly, behind the chaos.
It's warm. It has a plan chest with 76 drawers.
Emmet keeps everything.
Emmet knows all the words for all the things. The ones with history in them. The ones that arrived in English from somewhere else carrying their whole journey with them. The ones most people have never encountered but immediately recognise as true when they meet them.
The words that make you exhale when you find them
He also knows the invented ones. The ones someone made on a Thursday because nothing else quite fit. He keeps those too. Filed carefully. Source cited. Author credited.
He has crow's feet that came with his face. He is patient in the way that only someone who has read everything and judged nothing can be patient.
He doesn't believe words are for certain kinds of people. He believes words are for whoever needs them. Even if you only ever need one. Even if it's completely made up and possibly cattywompus.
He'll be there. Even while I'm building his world.
The library is open.
📚 Happy Librarian's Day. 📚