Captivated

 

It is not often that anyone gives you the opportunity to decide where you’d like to be held captive. But if it could be any place at all, the National Theatre would be my prison of choice.

Think only of what fellow inmates would keep me company!

Designed by Sir Denys Lasdun, the National Theatre building stands next to Waterloo Bridge on the South Bank of the Thames.

During the day the building’s facade is rather severe, as is the case with much of ’60s architecture. But at night… well, you can see for yourself.  

 

Daily Prompt: Captive’s Choice

Passion

What do you do when you can do anything at all?

Adam had asked that question every single morning for the past six months. Most people would love that luxury – the luxury of choice, but for him it was more of a curse.

There had been no pressure to pick something once he got his degree. He’d waivered. Too big a decision to just delve into, without thinking it through, but this thinking through had been for some time the only thing he did on a regular basis. Now in his mid-twenties, he was good at many a thing and excelled at nothing.

All his friends had moved on: law school for some, careers in the civil service, media or investment banking for others. They were all proper adults, with proper jobs and proper relationships. All so very proper. It made him sick.

He refused to join their ranks, the living dead going through the motions, automatons fulfilling others’ dreams, never to discover their own.  He wanted to try life for measure. Find out what it was that fired him up. The last thing he expected was this: a barren terrain of endless choice, all reason and no passion at all.

Even that would’ve been fine. Perhaps his path in life was one of no ambition. It was no one else’s concern. He didn’t see why anyone should judge him for it, and wouldn’t have given a damn if they did. Not until he met Harper.