I went to see Klementinum, the national library of CZ. Their main reading room is inspiring, as high as it is wide, with paintings on end walls and so on. The rest of the library still looks like a hospital we see in films about WW2.
I’m trying to get into an academic mood. Looking at people reading and working usually does the trick. I felt so empty and missed out for never studying astronomy or anthropology. I studied stage lighting instead. And now I have decided to graduate and make a worthy exit with a subject grander than a report on something I read in the bathtub yesterday.
Scientific work is bizarre in its nature. I might as well take a bunch of theatre books, count the times “light” is mentioned on the pages and then draw some conclusions. That would be kind of scientific, too.
I think the only reason to ever write anything at all would be explaining myself, why on earth do I bother with this lighting thing. What’s my catch?
At school, you study an imaginary world, a parallel universe that simulates reality. You create things that work only in your laboratory. Most art goes on living in this parallel universe, making statements about reality. And now, I want to make a comment on this other reality making comments about reality.
I have some ideas and problems floating around in my conscious subconscious. Maybe they will form into something useful eventually. What did you write your final thesis about?
