This week, I’m going to stream-of-consciousness dream world type stuff. No one else in it, not because I want to live forever alone, but so as not to presume anyone else would want my fantasy too.
Of course, every fantasy – for me – has to start in a library. Come on in, and pull up a chair if you like.
One of my dreams has always been to live in a library where I have access to every book, even those which have not been written yet. When I was younger and first learning how to read, I vowed one day I would read every book.
Now that I’m older, I know this is not going to be possible for a number of reasons. Not every book ever written is for me to read, for one. Also, time and space considerations.
But still, in my dream world, I’m in a majestic gold-lit library, one of those old libraries with varnished wood floors and shelves, and walls, with lighting in sconces and plenty of book-nooks to hide away in, stained glass windows here and there. The library has multiple levels, and the books that haven’t been written yet are on the highest shelves, so you can’t accidentally pick one up before it’s time. There are of course ladders and stairs, if you want to read the future on purpose.
I drift like a happy ghost through my library, smelling the paper as my feet treads lightly on polished wooden floors. What to read, where to go next? There are so many choices and so little time, books being written – good ones – while I pause to make up my mind about the ones already here in the present.
Life is full of hard choices like that. It helps to keep life interesting, these choices.
What is your ideal future?