310 and 1/7 Laws Hall

This room is a strange little anachronism. Laws Hall, I would assume one of the buildings that was created when the Telephone was still a new creation, one powerful and full of promise. That's why there is a small telephone booth built in between the women's restroom and a lecture hall. It's just a very small, one person room with a telephone, a sliding door and a blower fan to keep the air from getting too hot. It's delicious when you close the door, the fan comes on and cools you.

I'm actually surprised that it works, as the phone booth is here sans phone. All that's left is the mounting bracket and a few wires, the red, green and yellow just a reminder that there was, at one point, a telephone here. I kind of wonder whether the wires still lead to anything, or whether they are as defunct as the telephone that used to be here. The blower is still working though. It seems as if that kind of simple machinery can outlast more advanced technology. But then again, there really isn't a more simple and effective way to move air than with a fan. It's robust, gets the job done, and doesn't really require any maintenance. I am surprised that the fan is still working. At first I thought that it wouldn't, that when I closed the door nothing would happen.

But instead, with the closing of that door, something semi-magical happened. The little whirr of the fan took over, and I was transported away. The outside world is no longer of any real relevance, except as I look out through the glass. It seems that with the closing of that door, and the writing of this dialogue, that I have left the normal stream of existence.

I am reminded of No-Space, the space within the veil between the worlds, the space that I needed to create in A Ways From Nowhere just for the sake of being able to ignore time. Although I must say, that time is the one factor that holds sway in here. I know that I must eventually leave this place. But why not return. It is such a wonderful little place, where the world passes me by without seeing me, or that an acute observer might stop by and ponder with me. I wonder if anyone else uses this place. I can see a now departed piece of gum, wrapped in a mini size Three Musketeers wrapper, but aside from that I don't really know if anyone else has been here. Perhaps I will post something, create a sort of little mini writer's forum. That would be wonderful. 310 1/7 Laws Hall, the place where one writer can hold a class in and of himself, or in commune with the writings of another. It would be an interesting sort off experiment. I think I will do it.