As I sit in one of the many corners of Randall Library I glance around noticing how secluded this area is, especially from the crowd at the front. Row after row of enormous shelves surround me as if they’re here to barricade me in my seat until my To-Do list of homework is complete.
Fluorescent lighting from above casts thick shadows of the desk aside the trash can to the right of it, but across this space, I notice the darkness from the shelves glooms over the next row, all the way to the back. I’m glad I don’t have to get a book from back here, it would require me bringing a flashlight or a headlamp in my search, and unfortunately I have neither of those with me today.
I also notice the three-drawer filing cabinet to my back, which has a latte color that assuming because of the light layer of dust and slight rusted handles, serve no actual purpose. Glancing around some more I understand how appreciated the back of the library is not just in terms of noise level but also in terms of how no one walks by you and causes you to look up to see who it is. Focus is key back here until, BLACK. The overhead lights are off. Ummm this is the library, not the editing lab, let’s eliminate this motion censor nonsense.
Someone’s shadow in the distance passes by the aisle and the lights return to their brightness and I to my conclusion. Guess the area best for less distraction in Randall depends on how you’re affected by sound (at the front by the coffee shop) or by light (the creepy-shutoff-without-warning back area).
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