What Is He Thinking?
I would love to know what goes on in the minds of the interesting people I see that the library. They have reasons for what they do that make sense in some dimension, but not in this one.
At the Northern District Library, there’s a young man in his early twenties. Each day he sprawls in a cushioned chair and sleeps. Occasionally he wakes up and goes into the washroom and sits on a toilet. Nothing wrong with that except that he leaves his pants up. He does not do anything except sit on the toilet, with his pants up, and stare.
I am not a voyeur. Numerous times I go into the washroom to do a word that sounds like sit. I can see him through the crack in the stall doorway sitting with his pants up and staring. His eyes are in his head, but his mind is in an amusement park in a city in a country on a planet far, far away.
I have never timed how long he sits and stares, but it’s over an hour.
Once he finishes sitting and staring, he returns to his cushioned chair and goes back to sleep. Sleeping and then sitting and staring are the only things he does all day at the library.
I would love to know what he is thinking while he sits and stares.