My newly found distraction-free library basement workspace

In front of me, there is a white wall.  It is kind of off-white, really, and the paint is bumpy and smudged.  

There's a dark wooden rectangle attached the wall a little bit over my head with two large bolts in it.  I thought it was a light switch at first, but there are no moving parts.  Maybe something used to hang from it?

I'm sitting at a plain wood desk.  It is delightfully desky and if this wasn't a library, it would be great for drumming on.  There are no drawers or anything in it, which is perfect for a desk in a public space.  As a result, it is doesn't have anyone's stuff on it, except for me, since I'm sitting at right now.

That stuff consists of a plastic cup of iced tea that I purchased at the cafe upstairs and my laptop, on which I am currently typing this blog posting.

There is a closed door in the off-white wall to the left of the desk.  A plaque next to the door says the room number and the word TYPING.  There is no one in the room and many people outside it, some of whom, like myself, are typing.  Therefore, I don't think it's the room in which you must go to type.  Maybe it was long ago, when the library only had one typewriter, but I think the building has been renovated in the last decade, so that couldn't be it.  Is it the office of someone who's name is Typing?  I've never heard of that name, but anything is possible.  Like the true composition of nougat, this room will remain a mystery.

I just heard someone cough.  He is sitting about three fathoms to my right, which is far enough that I'm not worried about getting sick.

Behind me, there is an empty bookshelf.  I just accidentally kicked it and it made a loud clang, which was little embarrassing.  

Because it is empty, I can see through it and know that there are more bookshelves behind it.  They're far enough that I can't read read the book spines, but I think they contain old academic journals of some kind.  Since I've been at this school, I haven't used the library for research purposes.  I come here to find quiet place to pretend to do my homework and drink iced tea.

Speaking of which, I have real work to finish now.  

Good bye.