The modern terror of (and war against) boredom seems to be fundamentally tied to the speed of life around us. We’re used to things moving so fast around us – cars, images, lights, time, etc. – that once things slow down and we’re alone with ourselves or our families, we simply don’t know what to do. So, is boredom the absence of need to “do something”? We must, then, in those slower, quieter moments of stasis and silence, continue to be – and to be no less fully than we were when our lives were moving faster. Anyone have any thoughts on boredom? When did people start getting bored? Any books/articles you’ve found insightful?
