Studious.
Ever since I built Misty her library in what was formerly the loft, I’ve been drawn to spend significant amounts of time there. Sitting around books and shelving makes me feel more intelligent - as though the activities I’m involved in carry more weight.
For instance, I spend time on my computer doing the same things everyday. I can do these things downstairs, upstairs, on the couch, at the dinner table, or standing up. I know no physical bounds to my computations. However, when I’m involved in these actions in the library, the importance and gravity they take on are heightened.
This is inexplicable. Editing the HTML on a website in the presence of innumerable tomes does not add significance to the HTML being edited. Nor does it make a wordy blog post more erudite.
It feels like it does, though. And so I keep doing it.
1 year ago