The library - As I Lay Dying

I saw students studying in the library. Most were browsing the internet. Eyes glazed over, their expressions bleak, their faces overtaken by lifeless emotion. Their bodies, however, restless. Moving back and forth, fingers patter deftly across keyboards and phone screens, something that has become second nature to them. Still, their expressions are stagnant, motionless, and dry as they scroll and type and sit restively in their chairs. 

Piles of assignments cover the tables, stacked over the pale wooden surfaces. Books, unread, forgotten, line the bookshelves with the hope of being dusted off by an interested student. But nobody will come. The air is filled with intensity, the students' individualistic thoughts droned out by the unremitting flow of information.