Killing time in bookshops and the small things in life

Sometimes you have to make your own fun. Take entertainment in your own hands.
Such as when you walk around Oslo, alone, bored, but really don’t want to head back home yet.

Because you know that would be even worse.

In times like this I find that the appreciation of the small things in life is at its best.
Like killing time at your favourit bookshop for instance, where they serve the most flat, bitter, and lukewarm coffee your lips have ever touched. But, as David Lynch puts it: “even bad coffee is still better than no coffee at all”. And in this case the coffee is also free.
There is a saying about the free things in life as well, but let’s not go into that, as I’m sure you already know.

Exploring this bookshop, with free coffee in hand, and completely enjoyable on its own, becomes even more enjoyable when suddenly the speakers play out in lovely jazz tunes. Which then immediately puts me in a H. Murakami-esque mood, particularly with his book After Dark in mind, and it is as if I enter another world.

Just like that.
I'm a character in a story.

A bored mind really knows how to work with what it's got in that particular moment of boredom to escape.