I want a book
I want a book, just a unique book.
There are less things around me. You may call that zen.
There are enough infrastructure and services to allow me the nomadic life I always dreamt of.
As I travel, and these days, I do it a lot by train, my iPod is with me, and in it, there is all my music.
I want the same for all the books I love. I want it to look like a book (like the iPod somehow look like a walkman) but I want it to contain all my books. With the annotations, with the comments my friends wrote in them when they offered them to me.
If I could write in it, if the left page could be page x of cien años de soledad and the right page, some notes I’m taking (this blog I’m writing, posted on sync), that’d be perfect. I would zap away the notes to browse for a spanish word I didn’t understand, dictionary.
I could hyperlink books together (I could explicitely do it, authors did it, openly or in a hidden way, I would just discover and tag such links).
It would be the diamond age. I can’t remember if Nell could write in her book though.