Sitting in a library in northern Portugal
and observing as the librarian checks some books out for a PhD student
really contributes to the destruction of the attractive librarian fantasy.
This one is curved,
from days spent in front of the computer screen,
and he has a tan face,
something not very common after five months of winter, and he has a tan face,
which still does not better his attractiveness.
A few years ago libraries were full with people reading their books and writing their
papers, but now they are full of people with laptops, reading their digital books and papers.
You see, most elderly and old adult people would curse at a sight like that, mutter under their voices ‘In my time...’ and so on.
I think they are hypocrites.
I think they are hypocrites. Theirs was an analogical time.
If all those old people had been born today, they would behave the exact same way we do.
We are products of our time, some more than others, of course,
We are products of our time, some more than others, of course, but products of it still.
Let’s not fool ourselves
and please don’t grow up to be the parents that repeatedly say
'In my time...'
‘In my time...’ with the judgemental tone we’ve all heard before.
Technology will one day allow me to visit my oldest friend.
Won't that be a spectacle.