There's a white gate blocking us from the ceiling. There's snowflakes inside and out. There's a man who looks like coolio. Each piece of furniture seems like it was left from the previous store I'm sure inhabited this space, and its all short enough that my feet can reach the floor. the book that most stood out to me from the bookshelves was. "The origins of a totalitarianism. Though, when I picked it up to bring back to my table I got stared down by the very cryptic man sitting across from me. Iin a way, he reminds me of kurt cobain the way he's left his hair.
The bussin' table is clear, and someone turned off pictures .....
Hah I jsut got distracted by pictures when I was going to say the light on the right side of me.

There's a woman near the door who is asking others to decorate her cast.

Schniekie, as I type this, she left. I was going to draw on it.