This library. I spent so many nights of my twenties in this library living off the words of authors, artists, and thinkers and the cheese and wine of @bastamariah's catering and @arehmet's company. I think there are a handful of us who know what that library sounds and feels like at 10pm or midnight (after a few shots of tequila). There were games of ping pong and tables filled with cakes from Maira Kalman's childhood. A reading room that came alive with the sounds of Nico Muhly's music and 200 people banging along on homemade instruments. But the best times were after everyone left and we stayed to clean up and shut the lights in the deep quiet surrounded by the ghosts of the people who have walked those halls. I wouldn't trade a single one of those moments for anything else in the world.