Nostalgia

So... :-). Living in the library is not so bad.

Due to my very gruesome course load, I've taken up temporary residence in the library- but is it really...temporary? Somehow I've managed to turn my midnight into a dawn of hope, so I can safely say like the legendary Aimé Césaire "Au bout du petit matin", enveloped in the fresh dew drops of sunshine of a brighter tomorrow, afresh! Yes that cheesy pun was intended.

Now, my recent experience reminds me of when I was growing up and my parents used to buy me lots of books, in which I sat for hours- amazed and bewildered as I imagined the scenes unfolding before my eyes.
Characters metamorphosed into visions of hope, catalysts of change, porte-paroles (spokespersons)  of ideologies and coffre-four's (safety boxes) that burst open revealing a hidden identity- the known became unknown but revealed itself in the inter-texts- between the lines for those who dared wonder-wander. This cataclysmic surge was my experience with Literature. 

Even when I put her down she was never at rest- well in my mind at least. With her arms wrapped tightly around me, she tucked me in at nights and sprinkled fairy dust on my cerebral matter, infiltrating and oft invading my dreams; sometimes poisoning my realities with charming Princes and Haute couture- a westernized worldview way before I knew what that was. 

In a way, I understand why she  constantly accused of presenting false hope with her vain ideologies.

For example: Feministic ideation involves the upliftment of women, the dominance of the female and rejection of stereotypical roles often emanating from Biblical stand points. Thus, the average Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty stories would definitely not tickle the fancy of Madame ou Monsieur Feminist. Nevertheless, it was my escape from the confines of this world and launched me into the orbit of the surreal.

Sadly however, I like many others conceded, well, succumbed to the gravitational pull of " El Televisor"- the sworn nemesis of the "book worm".  Alas, hope returneth ( this sounds amazing in my Legend of Zorro voice- the irony). After many years, a brand new Tablet PC and a library encounter, the flame has been re-kindled. Hopefully, my cloud storage of endless gigabytes is backed up and ready for the influx of knowledge soon to be downloaded to the server.


By the way, I found it very interesting that the French word for brain is "cerveau" and the quote on quote "brain" of the network is called a "server"! I won't tell you the rest, let your imagination run freer than wild horses on a prarie.

Adieu messieurs et madames.