Wireless is more

I have a new place to be: The British Library. It's great! It has lots of books to make you feel wise, lots of people to frown upon to make you feel elitist, and lots of comfy leather chairs to plug your laptop in and feel busy. So as I'm here, I open my iTunes, to listen to a bit of Kate perhaps, when I see a list of names! People are sharing their iTunes!! I plug myself into Catherine Hall's collection, and she has great taste! I listen to Nouvelle Vague, a band/act that my friend is off to see tonight. This is very strange. Which of the people surrounding me is Catherine? Is she opposite me, tapping away on her Vaio, her blonde hair parted over blue eyes, her lips drawn in thin pink lines? Is she the stern girl in the stripy top and glasses, cross legged, frowning at the guy on the phone? Whoever she is I want to get a message to her: I love your tunes, I love your taste. In one action we are brought so close together, and remain so far apart.