It is one of the cliches associated with France and its culture to picture those cafes crowded with people sitting at their terrace, sipping on a coffee, watching the bystanders, and dreaming of who knows what (probably their next vacation). New York used to be a lot like that too only a few years back, I remember.
Is it possible that those dreamers were simply wasting their time by wandering aimlessly the realm of their thoughts? How did people accept such waste of precious time?
Thanks to the smartphone, such abomination is no longer a fatality. Nowadays you can be stimulated at any time and you don't have to endure the affliction of solitude. Simply bend down your neck, get your thumb ready for action (because you don't even need more than one finger!) and type, slide, scroll, watch, without even knowing why.
Are you scared of being alone with yourself even for 5 minutes?
Same thing with the 2,000 pictures stored preciously in case of lack of memory. Why do you have to show me a picture of that sunset, and why do you have to shoot it in the first place? I know what a sunset looks like, and I fancy imagining a thousand different ones.
And what about that trivia? Do I really have to know for sure the color of Henry IV's white horse? Why can't I try to think about it? And even if I'm wrong it doesn't matter, because I IMAGINED.
I miss the time when we were still dreaming.