In a daze in school, thinking about the places studying has brought me. Surprisingly deserted benches in school, staring at greenery and cars and people and reflections. Coffee beans, writing in my unchangeable forceful manner as the poor rickety table quakes in tandem with my words, stepping on its legs so I can write more naturally. Starbucks by waters, as day falls away outside into artificial lights tremulating with the waves. Public library spaces in incredibly high demand, queueing at doors before opening hours and quite literally running to third and fourth floors to get seats, awkward encounters with familiar strangers. Woody school libraries, hidden by shelves of books, enclosed desks meant to shut out the world around you.