Alone in his house, he pours himself another drink.

“Hey…I’m on my way up…”

Emma—the voice of the leading character of the TV series—fills the entire house.

The house is modest and cozy. At quick glance, one can immediately tell two things about the owner of this house. Firstly, the owner reads a lot. And the second is that he or reads very broadly. In that entire room of bookshelves, there is a wide range of variety of books, from the works of Sigmund Freud to that of Jake Knapp, to Spanish-learning books and cookery books.

“What? Of course not!” Emma’s voice reigns over the house.

He picks up the glass and slowly sips his drink. This is not his favourite show. He does not have a favourite.

The time for two more drinks passes, and he briefly tidies up the place.

“Can I still…” Not waiting for Emma to finish her lines, he stops the series without mercy and starts playing some music: “You are my fire. The one desire …”

By the time he finishes his nighttime routine and stops the music, it is only about nine-thirty.

“It’s too early to go to bed,” he thinks.

Slowly he walks to one of the bookshelves and picks up The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle.

Flipping over the book for few minutes, he goes to the kitchen and makes himself some tea.

He flips through the book for another few minutes before closing the book and returning it to the shelf.

“It’s just almost a quarter to ten. It’s too early to go to bed,” he thinks to himself. He decides to write something.

He sits for a while, and slowly he puts “3 April, 21”. He stops.

Lying on the bed, he cannot fall asleep. “It is too early to sleep.” He thinks. So he scrolls through his phone, mindlessly, and at last, he chooses a video to watch, follows another, and another.

“In this video, I’m gonna share with you how to be productive…”

“Hi guys. Today we’re gonna be talking about how to live life to the fullest…”

“Tomorrow, I must write something amazing and I will start to learn Spanish. I will definitely achieve something marvelous this summer!” he thinks to himself as he drifts off to sleep.

The next day, morning sunlight shines through the curtains. He routinely starts playing some music and scrolls through every single social media on his phone. On his desk lies his notebook, which has nothing else except the scribbling 3 April 21, and a flagged up page with the word “Carpe Diem”. The page is flapping in the breeze.