What is the most irrational superstition you have?
It’s the lucky number 8. I was born on the 8th of the 8th, in 1985 at 04.28pm, with a length of 48cm and a weight of 2850g.
My name counts 18 letters in total, my shoe size is 38.
Logically, ever since I was born, I’ve been fascinated by this number. I like the idea of infinity, of never having things perfect but close enough, and ideally live like a river flows. So whenever the 8 appears in my life, it’s a (good) thing.
You have to pull off a museum heist. What’s your plan?
Sounds like a terrible plan! My best guess would be to get a job in the museum using a pseudonym, start flirting with the kindest and -most dying to be with someone- security guy and ask him out. We would start to get along, months pass, my knowledge is growing.
One day after I’m done working in the museum he would show up for his night shift. Wouldn’t it be romantic to spend the night here? For a few minutes he would shut down all the electricity to have that one most special experience without any eye witness or hell breaking loose.
Before going back to his work I would quickly go to the toilet and before he realizes it, it’s already in my bag. Something so small, no one would notice. We say goodbye sleep well, and he or the museum would never see me again.
What is an ideal that is worth sacrificing for mostly?
A life without smartphones. Can you imagine? Face to face conversations without constant distraction, to be only at one place at a time, really listening to one another, focus, a clear mind in the morning and more hours of sleep at night. Less overstimulation and waste of time. Spontaneity, letters and decent phone calls instead of endless chats. No more misinterpretations turning into fights.
Basically getting connected to the world again, the real world.
But we’d have to sacrifice the most beloved object that technology ever gave us, including all the endless benefits, to face our worst addiction with instant withdrawal symptoms. I wonder if we’d survive.