Anything else? Yes, one skylight please.

It is no surprise to me that this office is quite. However the hall is buzzing with excitement. Too much noise and one might not be able to concentrate. This concentration is a funny thought in its self. Concentration you can break it down. But what does it really mean? What are you concentrating on? Are you thinking of the white walls that surround you covered in a smattering of pictures and precious memories? Maybe it’s the gentle hum of the copier that makes your mind think of all the thousands of papers that went from a blank smooth surface, to something much more. Perhaps it has transformed into a picture or a love letter, maybe even a test. No I think concentrations echoes are louder than that. Maybe concentration comes when one’s mind really wants something. It’s not about the daily things that occupy one’s mind per say but rather a hidden desire or something you want so very badly but it seems unattainable. Yes this must be the case and unsolvable mystery that is, concentration.