1. Visual Reference: Carlos' ensemble Almodovar's Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown.
2. My literal geeky twist would perhaps be an eco-friendly bag full of books only the deranged would enjoy (let's say Michel Foucault's Histoire de la foil and Julia Kristeva's Soleil noir would be some of them) that's inconveniently hurting my shoulders from lugging around everywhere I go for the day. But I would insist of such inconvenience as a necessity to someone like me.
3. As I go here and there, I'll probably be in a monologue avec myself... I'll probably do it in French like those protagonists in much too many films d'auteur struggling with their reality and their fluid introspections on their everyday life.
4. With those being said, I can treat that as an amusing sort of performance art that can contextualise "literacy" in the digital age for a more contemporary feel... instead of evoking purely Benjaminian romanticism.