I recently found out about a tiny room in the local public library that resells books (most for $0.25-$1). I've lived here over a decade.

Overreliance on echo-chambering platforms like Reddit/IG/Google Maps limits one's ability to explore. There's still lots to discover. And re-discover as you grow up.

I read this 3 times to try to figure out why you were living in the library for 10 years. It sparked Roofman vibes.