What’s near your bed?
- A good novel you’re keenly reading every evening
- A pile of cuddly comforting comics (Peanuts or Calvin & Hobbes)
- A magazine in your comfort zone (movies, classical music, food, (or knives and fast cars?))
The “Print Disease” is when you HAVE to read what’s around
If like me you have this illness (printed words feed you), you need to have fast light things near your pillow. Like a snack of words, right? Just in case of insomnia, for example…
There are many ways to have “short things”. Very easy novels. Old comics. Archipelago philosophy. Quotes collection. Poetry. Correspondence books…
I have all these, and diaries.
Thinkers, writers, photographers, directors, politics? Many personalities wrote their diary. Sometimes it’s published, even after author’s death.
As a book unearther, I have the tendency to pick up everything diary-ish. It’s a superpower, in a way : you just open the author’s mind and see him/her think.
Yesterday I was with Gide (1869-1951), reading some diary pages of 1941. I found this (my translation) :
An opinion begins to bother me as soon as I can take advantage of it.
I had to stop reading, opened mouth.
That was obvious to me – so why being bothered by? What if he was right, and where, and how, and why? Here you go : you have two hours.
The danger of having words snacks near your bed (even Peanuts : Charlie Brown is a pretty good philosopher) is to find interesting things in the middle of the night. Therefore “Hello insomnia I embrace you” : you’ll never go back to sleep. So there!
Have a nice week-end!
When you’re not OK, you often don’t want to go to sleep : you play video games instead, or you chat online, or you binge-TV until VERY late in the night.
I’ve been there, playing Quake II alone or Myth online all night long, or rebuild the world in interminable conversations with other old lost souls, listening to Bach or Steve Roach‘s music with candles. It makes you forget you have no (…) in your life. Good!
Now I’m older, I found another way, which is the contrary the reverse one, le contraire.
You go to bed at 7 PM. You know it’s early and that you will “read”. But you’re too drunk or tired to do that. And thinking about your parked life is boring. Your eyes are exploded because you watched the clouds too much. You sleep at 7:30 PM (with a pill). You wake up, completely lost, at 2 AM, but if you’re lucky you can sleep a bit more. Until 3:30 AM. You slept enough, you’re ready to go! It’s your own f*ckin’ “Miracle Morning”!
Well you’re ready for coffee, right? At 4 AM, you’re fresh and happy. If it’s winter, you’re packed under two pairs of socks & trousers and three sweaters in front of your Macintosh, trying to write something from an idea you had in a dream, a book you liked, about some Desert Music pulsing, or an old diary you wrote ten years ago. You should write a novel, but nope it is. Later when you’ll have the strength blablabla tululu.
Happiness is in little moments : you can watch, in Summer, the dawn’s first lights. It’s colored, and beautiful. If you have the energy, Instagram it!
Thanks for reading!