Recently, sitting on my terrace with a hot drink, my book and this little accessory, I fully appreciated its value.
It transcended its utilitarian function to become a symbol: that of the precious time we allow ourselves, far from the digital tumult and constant demands.
It’s comparable to rediscovering an audio cassette, a retro telephone, or a lava lamp: a bridge to the past that reminds us that the most authentic pleasures often reside in modest things.
Let’s give him back his rightful place.
I don’t claim it will revolutionize your life, but it might well transform your relationship with reading.
Especially if, like me, you read in acrobatic positions, precariously balanced under a blanket, with your beverage poised precariously.
I am therefore officially rejoining the circle of digital reading enthusiasts.
Get one. Slip it into your bag. During your next reading session – on public transport, in a waiting room, or discreetly during a video conference – try it out.
You will see for yourself – suddenly, everything will become clear.
