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A piece of paper attached to a wall by a thumbtack. Written on the paper by a typewriter is: "cant think of h / what to ype, / type any story"

I first came upon the Book Arts Workshop's Story Booth while pacing around Baker-Berry Library at 3 in the morning during an exam period as a break from writing a paper. It's right outside the Orozco Mural Room and down the hall from the Book Arts Workshop (learn more about what they do here or read Caroline '25's post about it), and it's fairly unassuming: just a small repurposed phone booth with a typewriter inside. I'd passed it countless times before in my time at Dartmouth and never stopped to look at it, but something about that night's particular brand of delirium led me to pause and look closer. 

The basement of Dartmouth's Baker-Berry library. To the left is a door, to the right is a hallway, and at the center of the image is a repurposed phone booth with off-white outer walls that match the rest of the hallway. Papers hang on one of its walls.
The unassuming Story Booth from afar!

The walls inside were covered in layers of paper that had been under the typewriter's keys: keyboard smashes, poetry, people's secrets, journal entries, letters… you name it, it was there. Tirelessly searching for ways to procrastinate, I took a seat inside the phone booth and shut myself inside. I spent probably half an hour perusing the insides of people's minds that had been pasted up anonymously all around me. One visiting high school student had shared their name and hometown and that they hoped to call Dartmouth home one day. Another documented some of their struggles with their own mental health. Still, others had put up jokes or blank sheets. Even without writing anything of my own, it seemed like a well of endless entertainment—there were so many mysteries to uncover in this little phone booth!

After reading for a while, I dragged myself back upstairs to my computer in Blobby (Baker Lobby, for the uninitiated) to keep writing my paper. But after that discovery, almost every time I was in the library, especially late at night, I found myself paying a visit to the phone booth downstairs. Eventually, I branched out into writing some pieces of my own (which ones are they? You'll never know—that's the point!), but I'd often just go downstairs to peruse the walls again and see what my peers' brains were up to. I'm totally enamored with the concept itself—there are so many ways these days to be anonymous on social media and say whatever you want, of course, but there was something so intimate and intentional about doing the same thing on paper with a typewriter in a phone booth.

A photo taken through a glass door. On the right is a blue typewriter, and the walls on the back and left are covered in papers with typewritten words on them.
The typewriter and walls closer up!

I haven't been enrolled in classes these past couple of terms, so I haven't had as many late nights in the library, but once I return to my academic origins (being up late in Blobby), I'm super excited to continue paying visits to the Story Booth! And if you want to see for yourself just a fraction of what's in that phone booth, check it out here!

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