A large sculpture in the library lobby purposely leaned at a slant on a pedestal to give it the effect of falling. It made me think of nodding off.
People sat at tables — some read, some spoke, but it was hard to make out what anyone was saying.
Their indecipherable voices carried up high to the lofty ceiling and dissipated like smoke — maybe from burning incense?
The sounds in the lobby reminded me of churches, with their drafty, cavernous interiors. There, too, voices murmured, only they were prayers. Continue reading “No one likes to memorize math”