One early summer morning. A woman is sitting at a table in a family restaurant. She spends half an hour, which she considers as her "free time," here almost every morning before going to work. She always has a notebook open in front of her in which she has been seen to write something. Sometimes, she is heard to mumble to herself. One of the waitresses has had a chance to peep into the woman's notebook.
The woman spends much of her time in the restaurant on recollecting the past or on having fantasies, or so the waitress supposes. The woman cannot get rid of a sinister suspicion that her "free time" may have been provided all along by what has actually been appropriating her time. If it is true that her "free time" is only a convenient tool which has ultimately been serving to constrain her freedom, what should she do?