Looking down the countless rows of stacks at the National Archives you can't help but feel alone. There is material housed in rows just like one, lined up for miles, completely vacant of people. This is the cartographic area, so the drawers are filled with maps, and maps, and maps, and maps. They sit and wait, and wait, and wait, for an archivist to retrieve them and be used for research. The lights are motion sensitive, so this whole area remains dark until someone comes along and steps down a row. It is worse than the loneliness of a library, because of the limited number of people who can access the stacks. It is almost creepy to be alone.
Photo Friday entry for Alone.