3.11.09

All My Rivals Will See What I Have in Store

Every single study lounge in this building (and every floor/hallway for that matter) has a problem: the air in these spaces is unreasonably hot. Unreasonably unseasonably insanely and inanely fucking hot. Why are we heating our hallways? Not our rooms mind you, the places in which humans actually dwell and have windows and thermostats to regulate their temperature, but the hallways through which we are always moving. The heat is unlike any other. It isn't carried by a current of air; it simply sits in these stuffy halls, five feet wide. Between the gray synthetic fibers of the carpet and the fresh ceiling tiles. So the hot hair is most definitely best described as stagnant. There is never any relief and after a short while in a given floor's study lounge (essentially an enclosed portion of the hallway with desks and armchairs,) the only area of the floor (including the dorm rooms) fit to do any work within (considering the lack of light in the bedroom. Like, literally, my bedroom (which includes my desk) is unlit,) one is overwhelmed by real fogginess and fatigue. Your joints stiffen. Your forehead sweats. Your blinking becomes labored and sentences do not come. I have come to write a paper, I came hours ago, and the only thing I can do is watch this video: