The smell of new, old and decomposing books is a unique combination. Its fragrance prickles the nose as a shiver creeps up the spine. The hoodie pops over the head and the skeptic eyes revert to the window condensation drawing. First the sad face, now the heart. The triumphal arch in Washington Square Park is a reminder of music, people watching, and the unnerving silence in here. Looking around for some semblance of life, the quiescent atmosphere causes a shift in the seat and the legs to cross once again.