# Bookstores and coffee

## Barnes and Noble makes me want to buy pencils and paper

There is something about bookstores that draws me in and makes me want to buy nice notebooks and start writing. That might make you think that I have done a substantial amount of writing, but you would be wrong. I *do* have a substantial amount of quality made notebooks. Exceptional and *exceptionally blank* notebooks. Pens and pencils besides.

Throughout my life, I have been a passive participator in many aspects of my life. I have been plagued by a burning need to create something new, something unique and wonderful. This desire has been burning me up since I was still a child. *And yet...* Each time that I pick up a new notebook,chock-full of beautiful clean pages, I am inundated with the sense that nothing that I will write will ever be that great something. And I leave the pages flooded with nothingness.

Every time I buy that new laptop, tablet, some technological wonder my mind races ahead to that wondrous day of creation's glory, replete with visions of success and money and fame (*or at least the simple pleasure of completing something that has been started*), and I am troubled by the distasteful dissonance of the reality of life. That is -- the reality of mundane work, and mundane tv, and mundane life. How could I possible create anything as wondrous as what my heart yearns to make?

## Less serious side note
I just tried to enter the `ls` command, and found a tilde.town easter egg. Try typing `sl` instead!