I went to the library and found it bigger. Literally. It used to be a small room with a few shelves of books. Now it's the size of the living room and there's bookshelf after bookshelf.
The place is fucking with me. First the hallway to the kitchen, then the library. It's changing. The corners are slightly off. The walls are slightly wider.
I'm not going crazy. I'm not.
What was it Ray Bradbury said? Insanity is relative. It depends on who has who locked in what cage.