Desultory.

Last night I worked until midnight in a part of the college library where I don’t normally work. It was a strange and quiet and desultory experience. I kept my four Twitter followers up-to-date on it in real time. Below are my notes. And below those is a picture of what it looked like as I walked to work.

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Notes from the Late Night Library.

Notes from the Late Night Library

by james bezerra

Notes from the late night library, hour 1: finals stress smells like sweaty coffee. A girl bought a calculator from the vending machine.

Notes from the late night library, hour 2: a febrile, moist-eyed psych major borrowed our scotch tape. He has not been seen since.

Notes from the late night library, hour 3: So quiet here I can hear the ASL students signing. I think they're talking about me.

Notes from the late night library, hour 4: Fatalism sets in. An escalator stopped working, two students just stood there, marooned.

Notes from the late night library, hour 5: No one is saying there are mimes hiding in the stacks. That isn't a rumor. Don't look for them.

Notes from the late night library, hour 6: As I'm leaving, see a pizza guy delivering. People he passes look up, angry and envious.

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