Well. I’m sitting in a library right now, feeling uninspired, uncreative. The area around me is drab, unoriginal, colorless.
Not that I don’t like libraries. As a matter of fact I love libraries, to the extent that a number of close friends joke that I spend more time at the library than at my own home. Well, it’s actually pretty close to the truth. I love little more than walking over to a library, glancing over a shelf, pulling out a book which looks good, and then sitting down and reading it from start to finish.
No. The problem here isn’t the library as a whole. It’s the lack of color, of personality, in this area around this computer. It looks like an unoccupied office, with no signs of life or habitation. Even in an office, a person should fill their desk with something, and make the area to a large extent personal and alive.
I’ve seen libraries which do this, and I love these libraries. Be it an old-fashioned, stylish place full of the smell and feel of books and simple knowledge, or a modern, tech savvy, slightly weirdly shaped area where one feels an almost futuristic atmosphere, I love it. A combination of both, or maybe just somewhere in between – it’s good.
It’s just when you walk over to a desk, and it has nothing to distinguish it other than a number posted to the top of a computer – there’s something missing, some necessary touch.
Perhaps it’s just me. Perhaps it’s my weird, mostly dysfunctional outlook on the world which makes this seem so necessary. I don’t know. But right now, I miss that touch of life.
I don’t know. I just need… something to keep me going, something to make my mind turn over and over, something to inspire the words I push out, or it just all seems meaningless.
Well, not meaningless exactly, but lacking. Unfinished, incomplete. Almost like this wo-
Well, that one was cut off in the middle of a syllable. But that at least was something on its own, that at least had its own bit of meaning, of humor, of feeling.
This is starting to get there. But we’re not there yet. Maybe it’s the nail polish that I need?
Or maybe it’s not the random bit of nail polish and various other paraphernalia lying around on my desk. Maybe it’s just the atmosphere.
But a library has its own atmosphere. No, it doesn’t have the noise in the background and the messy surrounding area, but it has a feel of its own. Maybe it’s just the fact that the computers here are so distanced from the books, practically in another section.
Whatever it is, it’s just not right. And I suppose it’s up to me to set it right.
Or not. I’d likely get in quite a bit of trouble if I started moving desks or just decorating them. It would seem a fairly stupid idea.
But when has that stopped me before? Alright, arrest and jail time for messing with public property, here we come.
-Hyperbole out.
