1:24 in the morning

[thestateofman]

It's past midnight and I sit alone in the study room where usually it is quiet with concentration. Now there is silence save for the whir of the ventilator shafts outside; an outside noise that creeps in in a steady distant roaring lull. It is so quiet and yet I imagine people bent over their laptops, plugged into earphones, scribbling on books, as if their presence never left the room with them. The air gets warmer and warmer as it hangs still over the silent grey chairbacks like seashells resting against the beech table tops. I've never been in here much - preferring the friendly chaos that was the computer room, or the hushed private silence of the library to the bare-faced openness - but tonight it is just me, and somehow it feels like the right place to be. I suppose this is one of the places I'll miss.

Basically I DO NOT WANT TO STUDY ANYMORE OH GOD JUST LET ME FINISH AND GO HOME

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