The Boston Public Library is a howling cavernous hell.

by waxbanks

The carpets are quite nice, as is the new coat of paint on the walls. And there’s loads of sunlight.

But the constant teeth-rattling bellow of construction equipment rather undermines the otherwise cheery vibe.

This has been one of those ‘too long for Twitter, not quite substantive enough for any other venue’ kind of posts, thanks.