They were seated on the blue Egyptian sofas with a round wooden table between them. The rays of the autumn sun pierced through the arcs of the loggia all the way to the opposite wall. The vapour from the cups on the table was slowly swirling towards the ceiling and the outside, creating an elaborate dance with the floating particles.
-So… have any ideas?
-You keep asking that question. No.
Ten minutes pass by in the silence.
-How about now?.. Sorry! I did it again.
-Yep. Why?
-Well, you know, it’s sort of like the fridge.
-Excuse me, but what?
-Hm, sometimes I open the fridge, examine the content and see nothing interesting in there. Yet 10 minutes later I find myself staring at the open fridge again, although nothing new was placed there. I know that for a fact. I am simply bored or trying to distract myself. Sounds familiar?
-Yes, but what does that have to do with ideas?
– Now imagine our heads as a sort of a fridge where things can appear out of nowhere without the door being open. Thus you have to keep checking if anything new has materialised itself inside.
-I guess that makes some sense. But what I find funny is that this comparison only works if you know what a refrigerator is.
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