Never a Kindle

I don't know why this corner of an old library building was saved. It's just this old arch that doesn't go anywhere, isn't connected to anything. It's crumbling and pigeons live in, around, on, and under it.
There's no sign to tell us why it was saved.

With all the books being tossed from libraries all around me, I'm afraid that very soon this crumbling arch will be all that's left of any library.

I still don't own a cell phone, and I hope I never own a kindle.