For some reason, I am absolutely incapable of studying in libraries. Butler’s glorious, high-vaulted ceilings and sacred silence may have been awe-inspiring to my naïve, prospie eyes. But now ... they make me cringe.
Nonetheless my work has to get done somehow, and I live in Carman—so it sure as hell ain't happening in my room. Recently, I’ve taken to working in cafés: Joe, Hungarian, and Max (on 123 and Amsterdam).
Last week, however, I felt overcome by a Faustian urge to forgo the dank, enclosed space of a café and study instead in a wide-open, well-lit place: the great outdoors.
