The cold, eerie and occasionally eerie atmosphere after hours at the University of Tasmania (UTAS) School of Architecture does not bode well.
The ground floor studio vacant, hallways deserted; drafting stations
abandoned.
Frigid winters create uninhabitable lower spaces, incapacitating its inhabitants with clammy fingers and shivering bodies; whilst they feverishly work away the night.
A long exasperated sigh slices through the air, low enough to resist the mask of faint incoherent mumbles; yet soft enough to slip the ears of the unfamiliar.
Erratic Behaviour
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