On the Necessity of Boredom and the Value of Human Time
The first of four essays on our experience of time.
In much of America, and in those countries strongly influenced by America or by similar cultures, where our time is measured and cut up by clocks and alarms and electric lights and screens that flicker imperceptibly at us all night long, spilling blue light into our brains, where the next outrage is as close as a finger slipping along conductive glass, …