What happens at a University Library
A sleep deprived hunchback in British History is struggling with the (theoretically impossible) task of keeping the most minor details of an entire century in his head all at the same time.
A young couple are in the relatively unpopulated Mathematics section trying to figure out what will make their relationship work, but the numbers aren’t adding up.
An aspirational future leader in Politics is trying to talk himself into taking another break, longer this time, for the greater good of more steady progress later.
A theologian sobs into his hands thinking ‘why God, what’s the fucking point of any of this anyway?’
An economist just gets on with what needs to be gotten on with and doesn’t see what the big deal is anyway, it’s just work.
A physicist is 89 seconds away from starting the experiment that will scorch most of the skin from his right forearm, leading to a long series of surgeries and grafts.
A geographer is trying to decide on the right shade of blue for the sea, and whether she wants to shift between shades of green and brown for Africa, as to represent the area of vegetation and desert.
A cunning linguist in modern languages is trying to understand why, after 3 years reading Proust and a year spent living in Paris, she still can’t get the chorus of Lady Marmalade out of her head.
A computer scientist in the lab is fucking around on YouTube waiting for a new program vaguely related to making the writing of another program easier.
An engineer is next to the computer scientist filling a digital shopping basket on the Lego website.
A Cornish Studies student is packing about how the fuck he’s going to get a job when this is all over.
A lawyer with a place on a competitive graduate program at a major firm is ignoring a plea for donations to help refugees in Sri Lanka on her online banking website.
A doctorate student in Advanced Mediaeval Metaphysics actually had a breakdown 6 months ago, but not one has realised that he has been writing ‘SEND HELP’ over and over on page after page of lined note paper.
A masters student is all too aware that in 6 months he’s going to be applying for graduate jobs again, and hopes he has better luck this time.
A student journalist is this close to blackmailing a former room mate in order to pay his rent.
A wannabe-writer is masturbating in the toilets thinking of his own erotic fiction.
