The Voice Recorder
by Charles The Man
Recently, I had been spending time reading the best rated authors on the history scale. Each of those books I had gone through associated itself to a particular place to a particular table and people. The King, Warrior, Magician, Lover was read in the National Library coffee corner in Edinburgh. The book itself attracted people by its title and those people would often make a contact.
While I was reading The King, Warrior... a woman in her sixties joined my table. She started reading newspapers. In a short while she was joined by her friend. They looked a few times at the cover of my book and eventually started talking to me and I would just nod and nod until one of them left and I ended up chatting with the remaining one.
“What is the book about?”
"It is a thing on personality development and how we lack initiation processes and how we go through masculinity crisis.”
“Oh, I have read so much about those things. ” And then she carried on talking and we would have very nice in-depth discussion.
At some point I noticed that her left hand was holding a recorder. And she’d not try to hide the act of pressing the record button while we were talking.