A new year, a blank slate, an opportunity to review and renew goals.

Discussion with the boyz. Resolutions for the year. Disaster wants a new investment property. Danger wants to avoid getting pregnant. Nereis wants to improve in all areas.

Study. Learn. Socialise. Strengthen. Travel. Inspire. Be Happy.

I've been spending more time reading lately. Easy company. Other worlds. Sometimes more real than my own. I used to read books to gain an edge in storytelling. To be able to draw upon unusual subjects and structures to create my films. But lately I ask myself, "Why are you reading books whilst you still have use of a healthy body?" The time for accumulating property and hoarding assets will come later, now is the age of seduction and sport! Books will wait until you are old and decrepit, in silence they will transport you from the isolation of your bed, the limitations of your mortality. It seems a waste of youthful charm and ability, to stay inside, buried in text.

But there is a need for effortless distraction and entertainment. Things to talk about. Imagination on tap. And books, usually written by old men, can provide invaluable instruction on what should be cherished in youth. Lessons in life. Keys to the universe. And it would be against logic for a book to suggest one foresake reading until ripe old age, after all, authors must earn the right to eat too.