Some time ago, we used to take books everywhere. Books to read on the subway, in a waiting room, in a park, queuing in the supermarket. Any waiting time in the middle of a cruel day could be a quiet reading time. Now all spare time is for working overtime: answering emails, posting a photo, answering messages, commenting on other people’s lives, recording audios, signing online petitions. Work, work, work. To make money, to save time, to defend a cause or simply to be more popular.
We miss reading in public and seeing others read everywhere: reading and falling asleep on the bus, reading someone else’s novel over their shoulder on a train, listening to someone whisper, or trying to see the title of the book of someone you like.
Ways of walking with a book in your hand is a reading experience in the public space. We want to take our books for a walk. To read them standing up, lying down, together and alone. In the library, in the lift, in the park, at the bus stop. Reading walking down the street, reading listening to the music of the city, reading and underlining without stopping. Reading as if we were in love.