I cannot recall the last time I was bored. Can you?
Last week, there was a great article in the New Yorker about boredom and Evgeny Morozov’s attempt to disconnect from the Internet and recall the radical possibility of not-doing.
“[…] it suppresses every desire to do anything or to learn and opens emptiness; on the other hand, it creates possibility for renewal and experience, i.e., it can create a ‘will to do something’ and eliminate emptiness. The Lithuanian word for boredom (nuobodulys), as we have seen, can mean both a hunger for meaning and intentionality, spiritual starvation, and a withdrawal from the meeting of vital physical needs. Boredom can be purposefully chosen to avoid a radical reflection on the questions of existence or it can overcome consciousness […]” – Agne Narustye, The Aesthetics of Boredom: Lithuanian Photography 1980-1990
—legitimate boredom, where one is neither forced to broadcast herself nor receive the broadcasts of others,
doesn’t it sound relaxing?
Today I am courting boredom, disconnecting, observing, writing.