The lower level of this building is where the party room is located. The white doors beneath is also the location of the heating system, which caught fire one night shortly after my arrival. I summoned the fire brigade at 4AM. No flames, just lots of noxious smoke billowed from a ventilation shaft.
This is the kitchen where I prepared some of the food that fueled my neural cells and tissues.
No, this is not the washroom on the Airbus A380. This is where I did lots of deep thinking and/or profound brooding.
