1:33 a.m. - 2006-04-24
Ah boredom, that rare luxury, how I have learned to treasure thee of late. I cant remember the last time I was able to relax enough to become bored, and it is in honor of tonightís re-acquaintance with idleness that I celebrate by posting my (seemingly) monthly diary entry.
This is not, of course, the bad kind of boredom: that of the worker, the underwhelmed, the underemployed and the uninspired. This is a more youthful and pure form of boredom, born of free time and nothing immediately pressing.
I begin to suspect , even being an artist myself, that it is boredom at least as much as love or awe or suffering, that is the muse and originator of creativity. That itís as much the understimulated mind inventing ways of amusing itself as the overstimulated mind seeking to understand, and that this is not a bad thing.