Books as inspiration
18.06 and finally on my way home. An ordinary day in every sense of the word. 1.2 meetings, a number of emails and the start of a lengthy Project Definition Document. At 5 pm my energy level started to wane and despite blueberries, nuts and cold black coffee I couldn’t sustain my creativity level. I reverted some mindless creation of social media accounts. The key is in distributing your time and efforts. At 17.55 I was the only one left so I hurriedly packed my bags and started to sprint for the bus which despite my efforts I missed.
18:20
Listening to Cafe del Mar. The earphones are old and the top notes are lost to a coarse sound, forcing me to turn down the volume. Images are flickering before me as I loose myself to the music. Books, yes books…the old fashioned, leather bound books. Their earthy scent, their powdery residue leaving a trace in my palm. I have this dream, a dream I’ve harboured for a few years now… to become a book mercenary. Inspired by the excellent plot of Club Dumas, I profess I seek a similar profession. One of old obscure books, and a secret book labyrinth like the one that can be found in the trilogy of Carlos Ruiz Zafon. A quest not unlike the one of Foucault’s Pendelum. Yes, when my days in the online world are over, I shall embrace the real, yet imaginary one….
