In my late teens I used to go sit in all night cafe’s by myself and think for hours on end. I imagined ways in which the world could work, other universes, strange consciousness, other creatures, alien landscapes–all without a smartphone or even a book. Just free refills of coffee and my imagination.
I miss that kind of driven mind-wandering. It wasn’t idle thoughts while waiting for time to pass–I went there specifically to sit and do some hard thinking. That was often my plan for the evening…
I only wish I’d written some of those thoughts down. At the time they seemed unimportant, or things that anyone could be thinking.
But I don’t believe many people think very hard about anything anymore.
I hope thinking isn’t a lost art. Perhaps I just need to meet more thinkers…
Jonas David 