it is glorious. i haven't heard a human voice in an hour.
all of the undergrads are over in the main library whispering and laughing and generally making a ruckus.
i love the white noise of pages turning, footsteps on the stairs, the gentle sound of fingertips on a keyboard.... i'm sitting at a tiny wooden carrel in a giant two-story room that is filled with books and thoughts in process.
time to get back to mine.