[in the library, half an hour before close]
Even though I'm getting on top of my work again and feeling like a king of a mountain, I still get distracted fairly easily. My thoughts go this way and that and though I do the work I'm supposed to be doing, intermittently my bubble of consciousness bounces out across the room to somewhere else.
I come to the library at night because it's relatively devoid of other people. Less people mean less distraction. Of course when there is a distraction to behold, it is even easier to do it. But I like watching the interplay of people, of their gestures and their expressions.
A lady walks up to the librarian's desk and asks for information. I imagine her problem as a little ball of light which she hands over to the librarian to examine. The librarian looks at the little luminescent object but after a few minutes of thought she hands the ball back to its original owner. The lady hands it right back slightly indignantly. At this I can see the librarian handling the bright round ball more carefully then before. Still, after a few minutes of examination and explanation, she tosses back the glow to the lady, who walks away defeated.
I think we are all just social beings playing together toward no permanent end. As long as we play together nicely and don't hurt our partner, the constant volley of back-and-forth is okay by me.
I come to the library at night because it's relatively devoid of other people. Less people mean less distraction. Of course when there is a distraction to behold, it is even easier to do it. But I like watching the interplay of people, of their gestures and their expressions.
A lady walks up to the librarian's desk and asks for information. I imagine her problem as a little ball of light which she hands over to the librarian to examine. The librarian looks at the little luminescent object but after a few minutes of thought she hands the ball back to its original owner. The lady hands it right back slightly indignantly. At this I can see the librarian handling the bright round ball more carefully then before. Still, after a few minutes of examination and explanation, she tosses back the glow to the lady, who walks away defeated.
I think we are all just social beings playing together toward no permanent end. As long as we play together nicely and don't hurt our partner, the constant volley of back-and-forth is okay by me.